"Huh." A thoughtful little hum, clawed finger tapping at the strip of azure light that runs across her cheek.

So if it isn't business that brings her here, then cruiosity, maybe. Freedom, and an open system filled with lifetimes of data. A drop in the bucket for an artificial intelligence (she should know, half the information she's stored is in digital format, more reliable than an entirely organic setup) but tempting to anyone smart enough to recognize it.

After all, she'd been doing the same thing, hadn't she?

"You know, you should be careful, amiga. Most people— especially establishments like this— are pretty heavily invested in their privacy."

There's another scoffing noise, mild enough as she turns away from the screen to pick up where she last left off foraging.

"Not that it freaking matters."

Eventually, someone always breaks in.