[Hayley stops with him, turning sharply. Her arms leave the pockets of her jacket only to fold across her chest.] Because the only people that would have some sedative like that are witch doctors, real doctors, drug dealers, or specialists. You're not old enough to be a research librarian and a doctor. There's no way.

[Still, his reasoning of not wanting to talk to her warden if he had bad intentions is sound. She considers the option of him sedating her silently as well, but quickly dismisses it from her mind uncomfortably. She pauses to consider.]

Unless you're an alien that's older than you look. [That's as logical as anything else on the Barge.] Or an android. [Sideways glance.] Or lying.

[She looks back up at him, trying to read his perfectly formulated expression.] If it's none of the above, then explain it to me.