[Samandriel nods, having expected that Kevin would have picked a few up, though he'd actually expected it to be more from the Winchesters. Regardless, his gaze flits to the pillowcase in the prophet's hand, curious.]

Your notes? From the tablets? [He's surprised, but gives a slow nod.] We should be able to. If you keep them inside a warded room, none of us will be able to get to them, and I'm fairly certain that no one else here would want them.

[A pause.]

Although we should put up some demon warding as well, while we're at it. To be safe.