[A man of law? He certainly didn't seem like the type, but her standards were admittedly, abysmally low from what she was accustomed to.]

There are always so many people willing to help, but still the people here are disorganized and scattered. There are those that have been here longer than I that continue to believe the lies the puppet masters feed us.

[She was hardly one to talk. Her own intelligence gathering had been painfully slow ever since she "arrived", and she, too, fell for the Westport illusion. But this man didn't need to know that.]

Where I am from, I was also a dealer in information. Perhaps we could be of some service to one another?