Rinzler nods for the inquiry tag; confirmed.

But he slides to total stillness, lags there for just long enough to give Clu pause.

His hand suspends halfway to the necessary action, motion canceled, fingers reset in a loose clutch at his side as Rinzler grits out his next words: names. The designations of his newest assets.

Clu knew this was coming. He'd expected it. It's no hardship at all to warm his words on his tongue before pushing them across, almost serene:

"I did." The words nearly bend beneath the rich weight of satisfaction.