The way the words rush out of Jack the moment SecUnit's stopped speaking - it's familiar. SecUnit doesn't look put off by the near-immediate answer. Despite Jack's seeming impatience, this might actually be the closest to at ease it's been since he came over, some of the tension leaching out of it until its posture can only be described with a slouch, strange transformed arm and all.

"Network feed," it answers. "For messaging and data exchange." But it catches the rest of that, with a - rather unsurprised expression, actually. "Right," it says. And then, after a pause, it adds, "So what planet were you on? Earth?" It mulls over the name. "Is that in the Corporation Rim? It doesn't sound like a Corporation planet."