"Yeah. That might not be a bad idea," Jo said, as she watched what he was adding it. Thinking about colors. It was simplistic right now. The simplest, but it could be copied, and things could be added to it. The charcoal could be brushed or dusted off. Lines and edges reshaped and changed. She had to wonder about the colors. Maybe they would be more dye-like from plants. More solid and unmoving. There were at least one or two people she could ask about that.

"I think it's smarter and safer if we do start knowing where everyone is, and where they are going. Having some figure on when they are supposed to be back, and ability to figure out something might have happened before they die of a broken leg and starvation--" Not to mention being killed or eaten by something else if they are alone. "--all the rest of that jazz."

"A grid and log book might be nice. We might need more curtains. This place is lacking in even paper, pencils, chalk..."

Her tone makes it obvious this list could go on and on a bit. That she'd actually been looking around before it became curtains and charcoal. She was using what they had and she'd go on using what they had as long as she needed to. But it didn't mean she didn't want supplies that were no where around here. Like paper. Like a gun. (Like her father's knife.)