I believe this is more of a how can I help you situation. [ there's a manilla folder tucked under one arm, the very tips of various paperclips peeking out from in between. ] To be blunt; I don't play well with others, and I like to avoid doing so if at all possible. However, given the situation and our recent stay in that joyous dome under the sun... Sometimes you have to share with the other kids, even if you're not about to hop on the merry-go-round with them.
[ he holds out the folder then, waiting for the other man to take it. ] Understand that I don't do this lightly. [ because lol all those patents and ideas stole out from under his feet by other inventors laying claim to his life's work. ] But, if it'll help... Take it.
[ within the folder, reid will find pages of neatly organized and separated handwritten notes, observations, and theories on this place -- copies of, anyway. ]