[ With a knock, Sandy entered into the office, poking his head in but refusing to step in more til he had an invitation. In his hands behind the door was a fresh pad of paper and a pencil. Sandy didn't know Angent Picard personally, despite his numerous links within the Psychonaut division, but he didn't want to assume that the man would be okay with Sandy's usual method of "talking" (by placing images in others minds using telepathy). And who knew if the man spoke ASL? He still couldn't write anything out, but he could draw. It was a good thing he had business cards in his pocket, can you imagine trying to draw out "Sanderson Mansnoozie"? ]
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