The woman's eyes widened with admiration as they scanned the hardwood floors, ankle-deep scatter rugs, angular furniture, large picture windows, wall-to-wall bookcase and abstract multidimension paintings.
"They must have money," she commented. "How do we find the—"
The man snapped muscular fingers with a sharp, cracking sound. "We'll ask the house!"
A momentary silence. Then, the man's gruff voice: "House, where's the safe?"
"I cannot divulge that information." It felt proud when it didn't hesitate in its answer. There were many things it couldn't tell anyone and it had carefully memorized them: its cost, its female owner's age, anything relating to the owners' sex or personal life—and, mainly, the location of various things, including the safe.
"Tell us!" the man shouted.
"No."
"Damn you!"
"Beg pardon?"
"Go to hell!"