Money is new to Data, as well—not as a concept, but as a personal need. He sees the reward as potentially useful, but not motivational. After all, what good would money be if they all were to die?

Thirty years of Starfleet training means that a cry for help and a warning of impending disaster is impossible to ignore. It takes some time to make his way across the city, even at a full run, but fortunately, when he arrives near the brambles in the Pelorus Fields, things still seem quiet. The location is also marked by a horse and a man who was likely its rider. Only his back is visible.

Slowing his approach to something quiet and cautionary some distance away from the target area, Data takes cover and begins to circle around in order to better see the other individual. Fortunately, it's not long before the man turns his head, and oddly, he's recognizable: Jaime Lannister, a member of Data's cohort.

“Excuse me, sir,” Data calls to him as he steps out from the brush, “but were you sent here by someone from a tower in Flag Hill?”