Devin could not say what, exactly, prompted him to raise his eyes from the terminal. He did it, and he noted the light-shift in the gem, the sharp intake of breath, as though something caused her discomfort. Nothing obvious, in any case. Curious.

"Perhaps," he allowed, turning back to the screen. The Q entity could have easily removed any more helpful information, as well. It seemed to find entertainment in their struggles, which was not encouraging. "You've clearly been here longer than me; what search terms would you use?"

It could be an idle question from someone only newly acquainted with the computer systems. It could also be a gentle query into the way her mind worked.