[Carlisle fishes through his satchel, getting a sheet of paper and his pen. He doesn't seem bothered by Marian's observation, but rather nervous from all the machinery around him. His hand shakes as he pulls out a small jar of ink to fill his pen.]
I, um. Assume you like technology of s- some sort?
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[Carlisle fishes through his satchel, getting a sheet of paper and his pen. He doesn't seem bothered by Marian's observation, but rather nervous from all the machinery around him. His hand shakes as he pulls out a small jar of ink to fill his pen.]
I, um. Assume you like technology of s- some sort?