My thoughts were interrupted by the white one clearing his throat. Looking over, I could see the two giving me looks mixed with both curiosity and concern. I reached into my jacket to find the piece of paper I took inventory on earlier, as well as my pen. I pointed at them, then at the paper, then made a motion as if I were writing on the paper with the pen, before pointing back at them. The pink one seemed to get what I was trying to say with my game of charades, and she took both in what I assumed to be her magic.