[Hello, hi, it's Vash. He comes in... pretty late at night, looking as meek as ever. The cosmic rain might still be coming down, dripping off his unjacketed skin in large streaks. He gives a quick, timid wave before:]

Do you have another one of those notebooks to spare. I have a... friend, out there at the lighthouse. If anything happens, I'd like for him to be able to reach us quickly.