Chell's annoyance dissipates as he scribbles. She wasn't expecting such specificity!

Still a little cautious about getting in his personal space, she reaches out to take the first sheet, and mimes putting it in her pocket, raising her eyebrows inquisitively. Can she keep this?

NO QS
I CAN DO THAT

She frowns at the list and then realizes she does have a question, actually.

WHAT DOES A GOD FEARING AMERICAN ACT LIKE??