John has no idea what that look is for, or why it's being directed at him. But he's going to frown at the way the pen circles it for his own anxious reasons before he takes them back to answer.

I used to have his left arm up to the elbow. And I did most of the driving.

He didn't buy me. The book I was trapped in was sent to his office. When he opened it up, I took his eyes. I got the arm later.

Okay hmm. After a moment, he'll add-

I wasn't human before this place. I didn't have a body of my own.

Another moment before he adds-

I'm a lot fucking older than fifteen or whatever this place made me.

And the notebook will be handed back, after he underlines 'a lot fucking older'.