Putting the laptop on the desk as Stiles suggested, Velma pulled out her own binder notebook and the power cable to attach to her laptop, powering it up and typing in her password to get to the display page. "The main hard drive has three partitions; one for my own personal information from my home, which I'd appreciate if you left alone," it was simply everything on the gang, their exploits up until now, a list of monsters they faced, the mysteries they solved and who the perpetrators turned out to be and why they did it. It wasn't exactly fascinating reading. "The second is the main drive, which is mostly empty save for a few notations on the town and minesweeper," which Velma occasionally got addicted to, "and finally," clicking through the menu on the desktop, Velma opened up the E:// drive, which she'd simply named 'Marrowood' "the database."
So far, Velma had a folder per person she herself had talked to on the network, a few of them just for notable people in the town, like Miss Swan as the sheriff, Mr Booker as the weapons manager, Miss Jamie for the complex, people that were worth noting information about. Aside from that there was a spreadsheet of alphabetised names, some missing last names or more detail, simply of everyone Velma had heard over the network. She was sure there was maybe one or two people missing from the list, probably one or two who had gone away, but it was as complete as Velma could really make it.
"Mind maps are exceptionally good for managing information in a more easily recalled manner. Did you know that mind maps often work on a purely instinctual level, highlighting the instances where the most important and relevant information is called to memory first?" He seemed fairly intelligent, a little disorganised, but largely focused on the topic at hand. Velma was far more structured in her research, but a chaotic mind had varying benefits that she herself did not demonstrate.