"Yeah..." His voice sounded strange, even to him. Lenalee may even catch the very faint whispery echo. He straights and 'fixes' his vocal chamber. Memories always left his internal structure a little... off.

"...Yeah." He repeats himself and coughs. "Fine." His voice was normal again. Gravelly and unpleasant but normal.He wasn't sure what to make of Lenalee's concern though. That, like so many things, was alien to him. He decided though that it was better not to dwell on it. He needed to focus on the task at hand. "Older records would probably get put in a basement, but we're looking for whatever was most recent. So check offices, filing cabinets, anything. We can look for quarantine rooms as well."

His brow furrows. He knows he's missing stuff but he was never that good at planning. But there's somewhere to start.