There didn't seem to be anything wrong with reading a lot. Celty simply shrugged. She sat there a moment, not that the cringe she felt could really be seen as she thought of running around with a pumpkin under an arm. Lifting her free hand, she flipped up the visor from her helmet to let him get a better glimpse of the nothing within it before lowering it again. Again she touched pen to paper.

𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡.