[ . . . . . dammit. there's the little feeling of guilt and senri winces, and pouts.]

... I'll tell you what I know, but you can't be mad at me. And you have to trust me, too, and not do anything else on your own that'll make me worry. If you're using my information, then I should get to know what you're going to do with it.

[exactly how much does senri have,]

And you make dinner tonight.