"Hmm," Jake buzzed thoughtfully. "Hang on a second," she added, and pivoted to go back to a door in the left corner. She typed in another number code at the door and disappeared inside for a moment, returning with a thin sheaf of papers. "This is something I wrote up myself-- research on the sort of neurology we based the Necomimi around. I'm not sure how much good it'll do you, but... Since it's my own writing, I'm allowed to give it out for your perusal." She held it out for him.