[one hand moves away from her face and pats around her hips. notebook...notebook...

failing to find it, she looks about, finding it having fallen on the floor when she'd dropped it. she bends and picks it up with a sigh, disappointed to see some of the pages crinkling. no good - she'll have to transcribe everything to a fresher one at this rate.]

I can't say I'm much of a problem-solver, either; I seem more apt to recording things than anything. I do have accounts of all that's come to pass, however...at least, what I was present for. There are things I missed, being turned to stone.

[beat.]

No root cause for that one yet, either.