Tailmon... He supposed that was the name of the cat. It didn't hold up well as a counterpoint considering the animal hadn't responded, either. The answer wasn't one he expected, and it sounded strangely philosophical coming from a little girl. He raised an eyebrow.

"Who knows." People certainly got answers, but he couldn't say how many were helpful or trustworthy. Not many, in most cases, he would guess, but that was why he didn't bother posting anything on networks like that himself. When other people seemed so willing to volunteer information, it was easy to just absorb it all without letting anyone know he was even paying attention, and decide for himself what seemed like it might be useful.

"But I meant the one you were looking at." And this, sweet child, was why you shouldn't hold your device at an angle where someone partly made from the essence of a hawk could see your screen.