Despite his theory that the world would be better explained by knowing about the worlds everyone came from, Stiles could understand being told to stay out of somebody's drive partitions. Privacy and whatever. "Okay," he said. "Stick to the E-drive." (He'd never quite liked Minesweeper anyway, mostly because it was usually a little too easy for him. Or too hard. There wasn't a middle ground, most of the time.)
He shrugged. "I didn't know that but it makes sense." Mind maps were pretty useful things,and they tended to not make people look at you like you were insane. Unlike his string system.
Actually, his string system was scary effective. It just also happened to look like he was completely off his rocker nuts. Like, serial killer levels of nuts. Unfortunately, that wasn't an exaggeration. Images, text, notes, anything he could get his hands on, all connected with bits of coloured (usually red, because he usually didn't know what was going on) thread. It just also kind of looked like he was planning who to kill next. So he kept that bit shoved neatly under his hat.
"How is the database updated?" he asked. Manually, probably, unless she'd found a way too hook up her laptop to the network. And if she had? New Danny. Definitely new Danny.