[She blinks and seems surprised by the question. Strange; it's not one she would've predicted. That said in a moment the startled look has slipped from her features, sublimated into whatever great thing moves behind them. She draws her first card.]

We are informed. It's difficult to explain, but we feel it at the appropriate time and junction. Then we use the Station's systems to parse the information. It comes from somewhere deeper, but we aren't close enough to name its source for certain.

[There's something...uncomfortable in it, something about the lack of data that disturbs her. But that's the way it is; it's the way it always has been; if she wished to know an answer to such a question, it would require more of her than she can give if her place here is to be maintained.]