"You do." She says matter-of-factly.

As if doing is something so easy to conceive. Yet, despite this, she is confident that this Darkov would find a way to be useful. There are many ways to do so, and she must trust that this will be the case.

"We do not know much, but we know enough." At least she hopes so. "We will find our ways to be of use."

She tapes the edge of the cup in thought before she looks at him again.

"Do you have a name, Darkov?"