[And Alan starts backing away again. A low hum emits from the disk in his hand and he glances down at it nervously.]

I-- Fine, yes, it wouldn’t be safe for me. [Maybe he should’ve gone to Tron after all. Alan’s suddenly noticing how deserted this part of the ship is at this time of night. He takes another step back, just to be safe.]

Look: if I tell you what’s going on, it can’t leave this room. I need your word on that much.