[He pulls out the drawer again to rifle through the bag there, pulling out some rolled up paper. Flipping past the first few that already have a bit of writing on it, he slips out a few blank sheets, tossing it on the bed before tucking the rest away again. A pencil follows.]

You can take 'em now or grab them once we get back.

[Patting himself down and lastly, the hand cannon holstered at his side, he gives a nod, gesturing for Cloud to head on out then. He'll be right behind him.]

If we go around enough times maybe we'll wear the floor down.