The detective looks between Oliver and the nearest puppet while the computer runs some analyses on the drive's contents.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"But I guess any solid priest should be able to exorcise them. Just make sure they use sea salt, and not rock salt."
The screen flashes, and he leans over to look at the results.
"Okay, a lot of this is pretty esoteric magi-construction, got some art, some white papers, ah, here we go, a trio of personal note files. And...a portal?"
He raises an eyebrow, and then winces as that irritates one of the cuts on his brow.