Bobby knew his way around the computer well enough to be able to highlight things in different colors, which was what he went about doing, jotting a few down on a notepad that Sam had listed that he hadn't gotten wind of yet and would have to research further.
Thatcher, for her part, followed Sam around in silence, almost as if she thought he'd get lost in the near-labyrinth of stacked supply boxes and towering bookshelves. The place really was a lot tidier than it used to be, mostly because of making pathways for Barbara's wheelchair, but also because of keeping things organized for the boot camp.
All in all it took Bobby about a half hour to finish, and it was simple enough color coding, green for confirmed seals, yellow for possible ones, blue for miscellaneous other omens and no coding for anything that was entirely unconfirmed or didn't mean anything. Once he'd finished he levered himself up out of his seat to get another cup of coffee, rubbing his eyes, staring at the screen too long made everything fuzzy, he hoped it wasn't an indication that he was going to need glasses.