"No. I don't." He offered, trying to sound calming and reasonable as he reached over to try and carefully take the cracked card from her vice grip. "...Why?"
He remembered taking her home the night she was depressed, self destructive and drunk, but his memories of that night ended when he'd powered down. Information that might have let him know why she was so upset was irretrievably gone.
"Let me see."
He doubted it would be the Rosetta stone for him that it was for her, but he might yet need it for something, and maybe she'd explain.
Carneli