"Yeah," she says, looking in another drawer and rifling through the things left behind. Someone's half-eaten sandwich lies under a nearly black banana and she makes a face before closing the drawer again and turning to look at Newt. "Harley brought it up last time I saw him while I was working and I told him he was a genius and he asked me how I thought I was going to get my hands on the tapes and here we are." She kind of can't wait to tell Harley that she broke into the office, just to show him she can totally carry through with a plan, even if she's not sure what to do now.

She glances at the TVs and then back at Newt, her eyebrows lifted. "Do you think they heard me?"

She doesn't even know who they are, some nameless, faceless entities who run this city somehow and want to keep them from finding out anything that might ruin the mystery. But if they were able to hear her -- she's on the tapes, anyway -- then maybe that's why they can't find any of the tapes now that they're in here.