The intern shakes at more requests from the crew, clearly uncertain what to do. In a brilliant flash of the zeitgeist du jour, he slumps his shoulders in resignation and leads the crew into the library.
By library, I mean a file room, with surplus military cabinets. He points out a few, saying, "Don't look in those, that's proprietary weapon designs and contracts," but he clearly doesn't really care. He points to one, battered, bent, rusty, and scratched. "That's the one that Dr. Culkin uses. Anything of interest should be in there."
The files are partially handwritten journals, many with soup stains, and all faintly smell of cigarettes. It will take some time to go through them for any kind of information on the capabilities of various players.
Intellect rolls with an asset for the files, please.