[There's a question in Tron's eyes she almost answers from sheer habit, but--he isn't Tron. She lets him pull away from her touch and stays silent. Rinzler might be made of Tron's code, Tron's memories, but she can't claim any more than friendship when she's scarcely met Rinzler.

He says he isn't Tron. It's the right of any new copy to decide whether to acknowledge old relationships or declare a fresh start, and he doesn't know enough to understand or make that choice. By default this is a fresh start. Rinzler's had more than enough manipulation already; she doesn't want to use his feelings about her to tell a lie, even if it is also a very complicated truth.

What to tell him instead is equally complicated.

She lets the notebook loose, still trying to come up with a short explanation that is true. If Clu knows who she is, she must offer Rinzler something more to help him understand. While she can.

Her eyes itch. She rubs them and gives up finding the perfect solution; they may not have time.]

If you want to know anything about me, I'll do my best to answer.

[But his quick pencil work lets her sag in relief. Sudden release of tension sets up a low burn in all her overworked muscles.

Yori recognizes the lack of interest for a temporary reprieve, but she can only feel grateful. If Clu pushed now, would Rinzler have the strength to defend her at all? Evidence suggests not. She doesn't want to find out. If Rinzler looks like this for giving up no more than her identity, what would a more substantial loss do to him?

But later. Later, when Rinzler comes to know her by new friendship or old, when Yori gains allies or skills of her own. Later she will add another admin to their list of defeated enemies.]

Good. That's, ah. I would rather not meet your admin.

[Her smile might look a little forced.]