"Well Miss Natasha, I can clearly estimate 98% of his encrypted files are personal diary entry which he doesn't want people nosing in on, you write a diary too, on the computer, and keep it hidden best you can so you are no different. The other 2% are newspaper entry's from the trial, old evidnece and long abandoned projects, and I few newer letters." Johnson stated. "Though now I think it's best that he switches to more portable stoarge devices, since you  seem very... lustful for knowledge... excuse the phrasing of that Sentence Miss... My you have grown up to be just as Davis thought, even before you were 'put under the knife' and made even smarter. He beleived that you even as a child, you'd be gifted... and if you think I'm lying I can pull a recording out of Davis' personal logs though of course he'd be furious when he finds out."<br/><br/>Johnson rambled on calmly to Natasha.<br/>---------------<br/>Davis laid back looking on his bed and had a quiet thought to himself, hoping the the three small visitors didn't mind this.<br/>---------------<br/>Sarah looked to Samantha concerned and worried too and instead of cowering, gave Samantha her backpack. "Don't worry, remember I'm trained in Self-Defense. No one's going to jump us if you'er thinking that." She said, remembering the reason she started taking lessons three years ago was because she was mugged and beaten up. And didn't want that to happen.