Sounds like a yes. He listens to the sounds of motion, reaching quietly to check what files he can find. It's a familiar exercise. If the presence of another voice is stranger, he can only be grateful for it—especially now.

"...I do."

The words are slightly guarded, but unhesitating. Maybe this Butler is her enemy. Maybe this is all some extraordinarily bizarre interrogation. But he doubts it. Besides, he has plenty of questions of his own.

"How do you know her?" The inflection warms. "And did she really keep the name?"

He'd viewed Arid as an ally. But even by the time she made it to his terminal, he wasn't completely sure the opposite applied.