He blinks in rapid succession, turning the idea over. No, it's not that he doesn't see why that might be useful, but--

"No, I understand and sure there's stuff like that here. I guess I just don't get why you'd bother. Why put it in a file instead of just... telling someone else, I guess." That steady, pulsing mental vibration pours out of him at the same pitch and intensity that it's maintained for this whole conversation. It's a steady, consistent heartbeat. A reminder of his presence here. He likes the idea of other people feeling it, sure, but it's as much for them as it is for himself. They should know he's here. They should know what he's feeling and what he thinks. That's important.

"Even if you don't like using your brain, you could just say it with your mouth instead of holding it back for later."