Caim visibly regained some form of composure, even for as subtle as the change might have been. The tension formerly in his left arm that held the door relaxed and in favour of what appeared to be some kind of 'peace offering,' he accepted the notebook and pen. While he didn't allude to it in the slightest, he had to admit that the very gesture was something of an odd one. Caim was accustomed to carrying around his own means of communication, and he seemed to get Mac's ultimate goal very well.

He nodded and as his head inclined, he wrote without hesitation before he moved to show it to the boxer.

He is attempting to obtain photography of the young woman. It is my intention to examine the damages done and use my blade expertise to give more information on the method and possibly other traits of the responsible party.

Which he was more than pleased to actually admit publicly - if he'd needed to - had absolutely nothing to do with him. In spite of the idea that evidently, someone felt that he needed to be put in the limelight. Again.