[ her arm drops to her side, and she heaves a sigh. ]

Mm, I guess not? But... I don't know. It seemed important.

[ her gaze drifts upwards, and she taps her fingers against the table - tap, tap, tap. after a few moments, she looks back down to ezra. ]

Do you have anything to write with? [ a beat, and then a soft smile. ] Probably not, huh? Sorry. Whoever kidnapped us didn't really care about pencils, I guess.