"No," Miles answered, even though Camber's question was likely rhetorical. He'd grown up with an older sister who had never butted into his business, not even once. She'd been much too preoccupied with her own mounting problems to care what he was writing in a journal, or how he was doing in school, where he was going, how he was feeling.... Mostly, she'd tried to talk to him about her own life, and their relationship had revolved around that.
Camber's explanation of her thought process keeping things off the journals made sense. Miles didn't care if the scientists wanted to analyze his notes, and in fact he welcomed them to by making them visible, but he intentionally kept them private from the rest of the house so no one got uppity or offended. In truth, he didn't care a bit about how others would swallow down his opinions on a personal level, but it would be foolish to think that he could spout off anything without consequences. "Better to keep secret notes than none at all," he remarked.
"If there is a lever, I doubt it's on this side of the wall," Miles said, pausing in his pushing and shoving of the shelf to watch Camber. "Too easy for someone to trip it. No, they're too clever for that." Miles thought he was clever as well, so he could eventually crack the code, or whatever it was, though perhaps not while inebriated. "Studying how they hid the third floor may help us better."