Donnie's more concerned about the fact that she seems to be cataloguing his private space, his eyes narrowing the longer Sarah stands motionless.

He almost jumps when she suddenly turns to face him. Fingers drumming against his arms, he looks to the worktable, considering. That one isn't necessarily any super secret project or even very complicated, so he supposes it's fine.

"However-" he adds on after a nod- "I will request that you delete all acquired data from this space since the moment you stepped into this room, once you set foot back outside of it."