Teren's eyes narrow in fury. "You threw it at me!" she spits, waving it at him and then stepping closer, ascending a few stairs to get a closer look at the paper. "This isn't-- you can't expect people to write on this, you fool--" When the full reality of the situation dawns on her, she claps a hand over her face and steadies herself. "Maker," she breathes, collects herself, and looks at the man again.
"Stop that at once."