[He keeps looking down, though his gaze raises just a bit as he listens to her. She's confusing him, but he gets the gist of it -- he's useless and redundant. He wants to ask if he can just go back, but with no way to talk... He gives the paper and pen a look, almost reaching for them, but he doesn't want to grab them from her. After a moment, he gestures to them hesitantly.]
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