Honestly, with how much his Swiss cheese memory had been practically scraped across a grater, Barnaby didn't know how his subconscious would respond to such an intrusion. He didn't voice that thought out loud, though.

Instead, he studied the vault for a moment. It was as mundane as the rest of the place, though perhaps a bit dated-looking when compared to everything else.

"Would this be where you'd find information that someone might not be able to recall on their own?"