[ thankfully kurapika is uneducated in the ways of social media and has basically left everyone's social profiles unread bc he does not care... he will come to regret this and this whole interaction one day ]

I don't trust them. [ He clarifies. ] But I doubt what they're asking will reveal anything that isn't already known about us.

[ Is that a hint of bitterness in his tone? He still feels sore over what happened in the museum car, and feels like this is all an elaborate set up to taunt him. There's an anger in him that can't be fully concealed, his jaw tense when he stands again. ]

So long as they request answers that are easily answered, I'll respond. I'm willing to do so if it's to advance.

[ Because at the end of the day, it's moving forward in the cars that matters... allegedly. Kurapika is the sort that can set aside his own reservations when he has a goal in mind, that current goal being find out who's responsible for putting him here. Answering innocuous questions in exchange for moving closer to that goal seems like an adequate exchange - to him. ]