You said we were friends. [That part is self explanatory: he's trying to keep her safe because— for some reason— he clearly cares.]

I mean this place isn't real: it doesn't exist. It looks like Dorado, but it isn't. The landmarks are all wrong.

[She keeps her eyes trained on him, searching like she intends to find something that's imperceptible lurking just beneath the surface. The glint of that chip isn't missed.] Seems like a lot of work to hide everything.

[Her frown is drawn thin, brow furrowed. He'd said she was older, does that mean that years in the future she's still in hiding? Does that make everything she's working towards now pointless? Aspirations, power, necessity, it's hard to imagine it means anything if all it's done is put her back against the figurative wall.]

I'm guessing I didn't tell you anything about that, did I?