Your fingers clung to the sheet of paper as if it were at risk of blowing away at any moment, your hand feeling the soft texture atop your skin as you wandered your way towards his tent. You could see him sitting on that small bedroll in which you were sure was all too dirty.

Not wanting to prolong the mild embarrassment that you felt, you quickly held it out to him. Sean's eyes scanned the sheet, as if it were some ancient language. "The hell is this?" he asked, sounding quite offended. Roughly grabbing the paper, he held it to his eyes. "You tryin' to make fun o' me?"