Rich's anger falters, fear moving in to take its place once again. It's not so much Jack's voice, so much as it is the question. Logically, the answer should be nothing, not revealing anything, but that wouldn't be honest either. And if Jack has already seen the document that was on the public computer, he should know enough to make some guesses.

So after a moment, he clenches his fists.

"Well, depends what you're aiming for. If you could get my SQUIP online, its quantum database would probably give you plenty of information for getting off this stupid train. Its quantum programming would be able to calculate the best plan of attack for you. And that would be great for you. It'd suck for me, because I'd be doomed to be psychologically tortured for the rest of my life, but it depends if you'd care about that."

He gives a bit of a wry smile, attempting to cope with humour, as usual. "Aside from that, I think people tend to want to kick my ass just a little bit less than they do when they see your mug."