"Ummmm, can if you want, says s'fine if you just wanna go through me; I have - "  He waves around a sheet of paper uncoordinatedly.  "You'll need twenty-eight of these, uh - uh, bodies."

Cam takes the paper.

It has what appears to be a keysmash on it, comprised of eight case-sensitive letters and the numbers one through four.  It covers the front and most of the back of the page, though in handwriting less loosely scrawled the content might only take up half of one side.  Some segments are scratched out entirely; others have occasional single characters slashed and corrected at their upper right corner.  In the space left on the back and in some of the margins there are notes like 'hair: very short', 'patterned sweater, slight diff. colors per body, rangebow, pastels', 'kinda muscley', and '2ct6ish twenty-two'.

"I wanna check it over a few more times but that's.  About . . ."

"I... think I will have to talk to them myself. Can you give me their identifying information?"

"I think - the finding can go in the other direction, pretty sure, yeah?  Yeah.  But it's the one who's twenty-eight and's heard of you and wants bodies."

"Sure thing. Thank you very much."

"The thing I said before about meaning the thing most! Wanna borrow a dose or?"

"I have some left over back in my camper, thanks! You look like you're on a pretty strong hit there."

"Mostly not used to trying to - do stuff, while.  Copyin' out a whole genome'd be hard enough sober, with no stakes - "

"This is a genome? I didn't recognize the notation."

"Is that surprising, you're all different anyway . . . . . . 'm being told to tell you you can up your dose slightly and you'll 'be fine with it'; dunno who - purports to know that; the one I'm talking to was also told to tell me, apparently, won't say by who . . . m.  By whom, but apparently, 'legedly, you can go up to expressions level and not hate it.  By buying a very slightly 'less'" airquote "'baby'" airquote "kind than what you already have, not - guess I shouldn't've offered ours.  - 'Yet maybe', what does that - hm.  Mmhm."

Jackie peeks at the paper.  "This does look about like what I remember of genomes from school, if you wanted confirmation on that."

"Wow. Okay, expressions level."

"Mm.  Wanna still talk to the volunteer yourself or was that just cause you thought I was - not very.  Right now."

"You're not very and also I need more information than this to make the bodies and coordinate on timing."

"No presh.  Can just ask more questions for you, though, if - "  He pauses and closes his eyes, speaking slowly and carefully enunciating on each word.  "Omnilol doesn't impair judgement; it's just very difficult to split one person's worth of attention span between multiple conversations and.  And sets of sensory input.  So - maybe it's still easier for you to go up yourself, but - yeah."

"I mostly just am not sure if I understand what's on the paper. Like what's a rangebow."

"Sweaters across the range of the rainbow, so people can tell the bodies apart.  Was gonna rewrite it less note-to-self-ily, 'cept you were back before I expected."

"Ah. I think I'll go up myself just so I can be more confident I won't make some kind of mistake and have a bunch of bodies to dispose of, but appreciate the offer."

"Mmhm, fair."

"And if your stuff is too strong and my stuff is too weak I will need to make another trip to the drugstore... anything else before I go?"

"Nnnnno.  Do you want me to bother checking this again, writing it up neater?  Or's that redundant."

"I think redundant but thank you."

"Sure."

"It was nice to see you again!  Thank you for the machine translation I'll work really hard at it."