[ Though Harold himself does not enjoy being armed, typically fights with words and generous donations and blackmail at the worst, he isn't so naive as to think he can live a life totally without violence. It's capability and propensity, or rather lack thereof, that prevents him from taking action directly. If pressed, to and beyond his limit, he could. ]

I'll tell him to contact you, then, [ he declares. ] His name is John Reese. [ Just so he knows and doesn't speak on behalf of anyone else, potentially.

Harold adjusts his glasses. ] I am most interested in your desktop computer. I would be glad to trade knowledge or skills for its use, or for ammunition for Mr. Reese. I am an accomplished programmer.

[ This is a drastic understatement, but he still isn't about to come fully clean with a stranger. Even so, he would much rather be a compatriot than a charity chase, though Harold isn't too proud to be the latter. ]