"Ah…" Antonin muttered, unable to respond for a brief moment. His eyes scan the room for a piece of paper.
Regan's gaze followed his. "Use the bandage," she advised.
"Huh?" Antonin's eyes are drawn to the bandages laying in the first aid box, "why the bandage?"
"It's possible to have a similar-looking writing on paper but it will be different on a bandage due to the rough surface. I want to compare what it looks like on the same surfaces," Regan explained. She locked eyes with Antonin, "use the bandage."
Antonin gave a quiet nod and reached into his pocket, pulling out a pen.
Regan's eyes watched him intently as he uncapped the pen.
"What do you want me to write?" Antonin asked, his eyes looking up at Regan's. There's a bit of conflict in their gaze before he turns back to the bandage. He hated the look in her eye.
