[ It's slow, but he nods. ]

She knows what's going on. She's the same one who wanted information on everyone--she set up the tea that got people talking about themselves, or something like that. [ Which he didn't actually drink himself, so he only knows about it secondhand--still, the point of it is: ] I don't know what she can do, and I don't know how much she knows... but I think it would be easier if some of us got her to talk than to give her what she wants from the start.

[ A beat. ] Unless it's useful. She's new, but she's still getting her supplies, somehow.