Honestly, Soldat doesn't know how normal people live, with shopping lists and doodles and shit. They keep things like that in their head, and only bother to write down things they're afraid of forgetting, or things the they find desperately need to come out of their head. And those are both very new activities, pretty much as of this month.

"Got those, just. Not enough paper." They disappear back into the bedroom long enough to collect the knife sheath with the pen in it, and to put away the gun, then come back out and start coming down the stairs.

That's about when they realize the hour and frown, pausing halfway down the stairs. "Why are you still awake, Misty. You should be sleeping."