Karr ran his tongue over his rough, dry lips again, looking from the papers to Logan and back to them again. This... was not at all what he had expected. He kept reminding himself it really did not matter. It was just paper. So why did it seem so damn... important? He shook his head, combed a hand through his greasy hair, then looked around the disaster area that was his room. "You... uh... Ya gotta pen?" He was sure there was one around here somewhere, but it was unlikely he would find it. That is, if the roaches had not already carried it off.
He frowned at the communicator, but he did take it, turning the little thing over in his hand. "I can take care of mahself, yanno." No, he really could not. He could survive more often than not, but that was an entirely other story. Still, he his pride demanded that he at least say that. He grunted, looking overly annoyed as he pocketed the communicator. At least he was mostly behaving today, that was a large improvement over most days.