Basil glanced up at Jace, and said, “Well, there was that one entry I told you about, but that’s all I’ve been able to find thus far.” He sighed, gently closing the cabinet closed once more. “Everything in here is illegible; it’s sad. It would have likely told us more about their research here.” He straightened up, rubbing his gloved hands together in one of his idle mannerisms; it was what he often did when he was contemplating on their next move. “Well, this is the last laboratory. I’m going to grab a few supplies from here, and then we can either leave or head into the Overseer’s office. I’ll let you decide on that one. Safety first and all that.” He began to search through the shelves again, grabbing whatever he deemed to be potentially useful; inevitably, it’d be crammed into Jace’s pack. If he carried more than thirty pounds on his back, he’d grow tired within the hour and begin to complain. It was a universally acknowledged fact that Basil could go on for hours and cause someone’s ears to bleed if not contented; Jace had learned that the hard way.