[ Alright, he's glad for the response. Because that means Desmond didn't get squashed by anything. ] You're okay, then?
[ He tries to make the question almost casual but he can't help but sound relieved. His eyes are wide, and pulse is drumming against his ears, but he's trying to keep his head on his shoulders. He nods, frowns a bit as he rests against a wall. ] I think I noticed one, earlier. Well - I saw something, at least.
[ His journal's out, and he's quickly scribbling down a sketch, before turning the page over to the feed. Hopefully even in the very dim light, the symbol could be seen. ] This it?