"She does seem the type," Cullen says easily. To pelt someone with questions, that is, whether or not they want to be asked.

"I've had some good help with the elevators from a Ser Sam Wilson," he says eventually. "I'm sure if I need help with anything else I'll ask."

He waves a hand vaguely at the city below them. "Does your world have so much... surveillance, I think they call it?"