Shadow felt the potential in her, truly. He wasn't about to devout a lot of trust in her yet, but for her to learn his story was already a large leap, a privilege. No doubt they'd get places unless she did something absolutely awful.

Speaking of getting places, hello messy office. His eyes folded down as he suppressed the urge to start going on a cleaning spree. Goodness, this place needed to be more neat. Was she always this organizationally clumsy?

At this point, that wasn't important. Communication. Right. He took the notepad and began scribbling, and in a matter of seconds, he handed it back to her, his scrawl quite clean:

"Do you know some way to reverse this?"

Please, please do, Samus. He was counting on you.