"I will," Childermass is quick to confirm that much. He can add it to his own notes, even if the largest part of them are back in his trailer. The ones from the library, however, he can retrieve just fine and he doesn't even have to move far to do so. "Just a moment, Ms. Mordio."

After which he sets aside the jackalope, makes a point to clean his claws and fingers off with a rag set out just for that purpose, and then turns to reach down into his own shadow. He definitely acts like he's rooting around for something, somewhere, and there's a quiet rustle from the tent to match the movement. Then, he's leaning back from his shadow, pulling his arm out, then his hand, and clutched in his talons carefully are one of his little notebooks, a polaroid picture and a few more larger, folder pieces of paper wedged between the smaller pages.