Tech notices Link's gone quiet, half wondering if the other has wandered off again. He glances over his shoulder briefly, brow arching. Does he have some kind of tracking on his items? Interesting.

Returning his attention to the computer, he finds his way to the manifest of confiscated items. Assuming they keep everything as closely catalogued as they do the information their chips gather, things should be attached to their names...

"I think I've got something..." he says, pulling up a directory. "Now to see if these listings pertain only to the specific warehouse or if I can get a master directory- the latter would make more sense..."