That it snatches up in a heartbeat, not only because it's brain operated exactly like that of a corvid, but because it knew that symbol. Boy did it from the piles of Ink merch in a particular entity's house. Presumably, someone here is affiliated with this boss, and having seen nobody else, it could only really pin (ha) that assumption on Ron.
Though, if that were true, why was it here, practically discarded?
More questions for later. Having completed the fiction-typical three-place search, it considered itself done and stepped out into the hall headed for the fabricator room, the arbitrarily self-decided meet-back-here place.
Destroying his work?
~Or some ex-lovers' quarrel.~ It thought with a snort.
It crouched down to gather up some of the notes. Maybe there were parts still legible to get a clue.
It snorted. This was almost cartoonish.
"Good luck sending him there now." It carelessly shoved the note in it's pocket. Trav might want to see it but Ink wasn't about to give this object any more respect than it deserved, which, as far as Ink was concerned, was next to none.
It went on walking. It wasn't too hopeful to find more things, but it never hurt to check around.
