[Any other time, Jono would've teased her merciless for her computer-ineptitude, but right now, he's too focused on the task at hand. He ruffles through the printouts on Forge's desk, and then, prompted by something he reads, enters a code into the computer, which has been left on.]

No, this is good. Some of this intel matches one of the possibilities that I pulled up from my search. They all seemed pretty likely, but like I said before -- with this info, I can narrow it down to just one place. [He nods, mostly to reassure himself, and affirms the newfound information again.]

Yeah. This is good.