Why is he so blase about other people using his work? A Sengoku Driver is a big deal. It's not like he invented a new kind of spoon.

I crouch for a moment to peer at what looks like a kumquat Lockseed, still conscientiously keeping my hands away, then I stand again. "Ah, he wants me to be his right hand man, so he tells me quite a few things."

Not everything. Definitely not everything.

We're both still dancing around it, but really, what will it hurt me if Ryouma-san knows I know? He wouldn't've brought me here, wouldn't be trying to get me to give up information, if he really was just a drone scientist working for nii-san. He wants something from me. Or wants to tell me something. I don't know what, though.

So.

Idly, "He never told me that you'd given him a Driver."