Lunch had taken his mind from his worries, if only for a few minutes. But after the intercom sounded and the nurses began leading patients onto the next activity, one look at the bulletin board brought everything back in full force. No replies from Ashton, Dias or Dad. By now Claude felt like he was practically counting down until the end of the
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He eyed the journal Dent already had open as he sat. Ah, so he organized his notes already, hm? Quick work. Good. Though it was interesting to note he'd collected a portion of this by speaking with the supposed "Chief Prosecutor" of his district. He wondered how valid that made this information. Perhaps he should inform Dent of the woman's little farce? Heh. Let's wait on that until after he'd seen what it was Dent had gathered.
"Ah, I see. Danke. And this," he pulled his own notebook from its place between his elbow and flank on his bad side, "would be what I have." The notebook had a pen in it, working as a placeholder for the exact notes relevant to the conversation. So there was no need to flip through pages. Since Dent had simply offered his notebook, it was only fair Klavier fulfill his end of this little exchange by just as simply placing his book down on the table between them for the other to take.
"Shortly after arriving here, I conducted a small survey to try gauging the similarities within the patient populace. Analyzing the data, it may be possible to profile the people holding us here... or possibly understand what it is that they are looking for.
"Mind you, it is horribly out of date. I conducted this survey about two weeks ago. And I would be optimistic in saying I even managed to get a fourth of the population to respond. A decent enough sampling for my original purpose, but of little use for gauging current circumstances. But if it can be of use?" He gestured as though to say, go ahead. In the meantime, he placed two fingers on Dent's journal and simply slid it closer to him to look over. Let us see what he has managed to find, shall we?
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Still, it was a good starting point, and this would still clue him in to the sort of patients who had been around at the time when Gavin had performed the study, two weeks ago. "Yeah, it'll be of use, thank you," he said with a nod. "And even if it's only a small sampling, it's worth something." It was better than nothing, that was for sure. There was a chance some of the information written down neatly onto the pages was also false, but...
Leaving Klavier to look over his own data (which would probably take much less time), Harvey quickly scanned the chart. He was a little taken aback by how many of the locations were places he'd never heard of (how mental were these people?), and he wasn't even going to touch some of ridiculous ages that he saw listed, but his main concern was the column for "Profession." There were a lot of military people, a lot of students (which made sense when considering the general age range of the patients), and a number of other terms which cropped up that he didn't even know the meaning of. Which wasn't helpful, but it probably also wasn't applicable.
Still, one of the most common professions still seemed to be law enforcement. Harvey couldn't explain why Landel would bring in the people who had the best chance of getting away from him (soldiers, detectives, and attorneys), but he also couldn't explain why there were so many kids running around.
"So, what were the ultimate conclusions that you made from this?" he asked. He didn't really have the time to study it in detail, and copying it over would take too long to be worth it, especially for information that was no longer relevant. "It's very impressive, by the way." Because Harvey wasn't above giving credit where credit was due.
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