Check out the shelves

Before checking it out, you need some light. Which means speaking words to Mute without making yourself seem needy or like a complete idiot.

Yeah, this is going to go well. Deep breaths.

You wave at Mute and say, "I don't know why I'm waving my hand. Hey. Hi. Hello."

"Hey. Quick question, you'd tell me if I came off as cold earlier, right?" Mute is actually looking at you as he says this.

"Always!" Did you just squeal? Wait, what you said could be interpreted very, very wrong. You clarify, "I'd always tell you, is what I meant. Not that you're always cold. You're not cold. I think you're cool, but not cold. As in you seem to be a chill guy. Which I know you are because we're friends and I like you! Is there a reason you prefer sticks over flash-lights? I do too. They're just more reliable. Something a cool but not cold guy would prefer. I'm also reliable. Not that you'd prefer me, of course. Not that I mean anything by that. Anyway, could I have one of those sticks?"

"Yes and I agree." Mute says, handing you a couple of glow-stick. "Do say if you need more. That machine is still pumping them out by the dozens."

You already failed at you one objective, so you nod in acknowledgement and… sort of… scuttle away from him. Is it too late to lie down and die? Maybe crawl on top of the shelf and hide there forever. If you were a folder, maybe Mute would put stuff in you. Sort you out once in a while. Sigh. You'd cry, but, apparently, your friends already find the amount you cry weird. Which it totally is. What did he mean by 'I agree'? Does he think you're reliable? That he'd not prefer you? Why did you even say that? Heck, he thinks you're a disgusting, un-preferable idiot. Now you know that for certain. Tears are already swelling up in you again and you'd do anything to Shiva the fuck out right now. Instead, you begin your grave-robbing breach of personal space.

It doesn't take long to sort it out, judging by the intensity of Jorrel and Emalie's argument. An hour or something? Still a while left before they're usually done. Gives plenty of time for you to snoop and for Mute to further speculate on his notes. Might not be an ideal routine, but don't fix what ain't broke.

You just went through a stack of folders detailing stuff with graphs and graphics. If this had been a hideout, like you theorized, things were either going extremely well or horrifyingly poorly depending on whether the tiny text beneath says 'Debt Roll' or '**** Toll'. Assuming debts owed them and not their debt. In latter case things would have been awful no matter what.

Relatable. Very relatable, long dead person.

There's also an interesting print of something called a 'Chad Log' between someone named Support#142 and two different people. The text outside on the folder has faded, but it wears a big red label, so properly something important enough to be kept here. Red means bad, even you have braincells enough to comprehend that. What worries you is the sheer amount of red-labelled folders on the shelf. Rest of them had been eaten by some black mouldy stuff, so you read and reread these two again and again.

Log: 13/12/89

Support#142 : Hello, you called earlier and asked for someone to answer 'is your fridge running?' I'm writing for further specification.
Ricky Laname : No, you god-damn idiots! I asked 'Is my fridge supposed to be running!?'
Support#142 : Well... Yes.
Ricky Laname : AAARRHJJJ!!!111
Ricky Laname : Okay. Listen. to. me. My fridge is LITERALLY running, Is. it. supposed. to. do. that.
Ricky Laname : Hello?
Ricky Laname : Is this for real? Answer me ffs
Support#142 : Would you hold, please. I'm going to have someone write you right back.

Log: 01/01/90

Support#142 : Hi, how can I support you today!
Ellen Summer : Everything is fine.
Support#142 : That's great to hear! Will you need my assistance with anything else today?
Ellen Summer : Everything is fine.
Support#142 : Love to hear from satisfied customers! It can get pretty rough hearing only problems every day you know?
Ellen Summer : Everything is fine.
Support#142 : That's amazing!
Ellen Summer : Everything is fine.
Support#142 : Okay? Are you trying to tell me something? Are you in danger? I will make a note of your call here, if you want?
Support#142 : Listen. I'm not allowed to leave our chat till the customer closes the chat window via. the little X in the corner.
Support#142 : Just, you know. If you're satisfied, go ahead and press that little X in the corner. Do a little click on it.
Support#142 : Still there?
Ellen Summer : Everything is Love to hear Hi, hearing Love
Ellen Summer : EveryLovehear, customer!rough fine Fire warm.
Ellen Summer : Everything can get rough problems every day
Ellen Summer : Everything can get Fire problems
Ellen Summer : Everything can be customers! hear customers be Fire every day
Support#142 : Please stop. If this is a joke, I don't get it...
Ellen Summer : Hi, I can be your problem today. if you want?
Support#142 : srsly not funny. Carl is this you with a fake account again? i told you man, shit aint funny.
Ellen Summer : Everything is shit Everything will be fine. Today! Hi,
Ellen Summer : Today! I will little X you. close you.
Support#142 : Right. cya later Carl. got me real god there, haha.
Support#142 : ...
Support#142 : for realsies clickie de X carl
Ellen Summer : Everything is fine.
Ellen Summer : We got this.
Support#142 : Close the goddamn chat window Carl