The bright flush lingers in the program's circuits, but Rinzler's gaze will turn to follow Alan-one's. The (His) user isn't wrong. Rinzler's shifted locations more than once, but Clu knows that he's out here, knows he got away, and there's no guarantee that anywhere will stay safe for long. He starts to shake his head, but pauses, fingers flexing a little to keep the MID display active. Then:

Engineering decks: less likely to be searched.

Mostly on account of them being hot, noisy, and generally poor conditions for any program. Still, Rinzler knows the local section head, and she's offered him use of the space before.

...the fact that last time, it was to hide from Alan-one... well, that part, he doesn't plan to mention.