[He'll be helpful and hold it so she can examine it, as she clearly intends. He won't be offering it to her, though—it's foolish, but he does feel a bit protective of it.]

Something about knowing what matters to me, perhaps. And being able to do what it wants with that information.

[He flips it over to display the face. The second hand ticks away, still functioning through whatever method brought it here.]

It tells you the time, by the way.