Go ahead.

And they step out of the elevator to a small waiting area. "Normally there would be a secretary, but Miss Spruce is out on the weekends."

She steps up and knocks on the door.

After a moment, they hear him reply through the door, "Come in, Miss Orchid, Miss Morning-Glory."

How does he do that?

She gently pushes the door open, and steps through.

He's sitting at his desk, working on a bit of paperwork on the built-in computer. He puts it aside as they enter. "It's good to see your better health has persisted, Miss Morning-Glory."

Then he turns to Sable and arches an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Not barging in this time, Miss Orchid?"

Sable barged into Professor Ozpin's office???

Okay not important, she can set that aside.

She flushes. "Decisions had to be made quickly, you know how medical emergencies are, Headmaster."

He nods sagely. "Indeed. Now what brings the two of you into my office on a Saturday, when you could be bonding with your teammates or something else fun?"

"To explain briefly... The odd occurrence that happened when Sable was helping me, during the procedure, has become an ongoing phenomenon. And it seems to be... giving me powers. There's a new one, now, that lets me see what seems to be basic database information on anyone I look at, in a kind of... floating window. It's very surreal, I have it suppressed right now. I don't know where it's pulling this information from or why I have this ability, but I also keep having... moments of disorientation where it feels like the power is "reaching" for more. And I don't know how long it'll go on for or what it'll do, in the long term." 

"Hmm. I assume you've confirmed the events, Miss Orchid?"

Sable nods. "Definitely happening, have felt one of the misses and the one connection since the procedure. It's not a Semblance. Feels external, except for all the ways it isn't. Connection trails off into a direction that gives me a headache."

"Keep watching, see if you can feel out what's causing the disorientation. For now," he turns to Lilian, "what sorts of details are in these database displays?"

"Age, gender, Aura color, general history at a broad level, weapon, semblance.  Affiliation with any major groups, esepcially radical or criminal ones. It told me that Sable had been a member of Mantle's Marauders and associated with the Atlesian White Fang before she came here. Everyone gets a nametag that can expand to a profile if I don't suppress it; they're accurate to my knowledge. Though noticeably short of specific details."

He looks sharply at her for a moment, then nods. "I see."

He pulls up a file on his computer.

"Exact wording of Miss Orchid's section about the Marauders?"

She brings up the window again.

"Mantle's Marauders, founding member. A group of four amateur Huntresses dedicated to protecting disadvantaged citizens of Mantle from Grimm and societal oppression alike. Founded when the girls were barely thirteen, the group has since become closely associated with the Atlesian White Fang, as well as the Harmony faction of Vale's branch of the Fang since moving to Vale. This closeness is especially impressive, given that half the group's membership is Human. Became team JSMN of Beacon after joining the academy."

He arches an eyebrow, types something out on his desk, and then asks, "Any changes?"

A sentence has now been added to the end, when Lilian next looks:

Sable's battlefield healing is suspected to be a significant contributor to the group's exceptional operational record.

"Sable's battlefield healing is suspected to be a significant contributor to the group's exceptional operational record."

"Congratulations, Miss Morning-Glory. Those displays are pulling from my database," he replies with a flourish.

Well that's not terrifying at all. 

"Yikes!"

"Indeed. And hello, Miss Morning-Glory."

He'll simply have to accelerate his plans. Miss Orchid would have said if there was any deliberate action, and there won't be any easy way to remove access given the connections passing through extradimensional space. Further, the connection feels faintly like old high magic, something temperamental to meddle with on even the best day. He nods crisply.

"Given that there appears to be no way to revoke your access to my database, and given your closeness with Miss Orchid and her further closeness with her team, I will simply have to trust you with this. I will leave when and whether you include teams RWBY and JNPR in this to your discretion. Do not share the existence of the windows or where your advanced knowledge comes from with anyone outside those three teams. Message me if you have questions about anything you see in the dossiers," their scrolls both ping, "as you now have my contact address."

"As for the powers more broadly," he turns to look out the window, considering for a moment, "please keep me apprised of any new developments."

"Thank you very much, Headmaster. I'll do my best to repay you for your trust."

"We both will, Headmaster. Thank you."