He sees her first, and Credence doesn't realize how clever a move that is. He doesn't jump, nerves always frayed but slowly mending, and the familiar blond taking a spot only makes him smile. Even if his smile is still a scattered, worried thing that never quite reaches a full grin.

"I heard from someone that maybe they could alter memories, and after this..." He trails off. After he knows that the observers are not above physically hurting them as well, he wants to be prepared for anything.

His handwriting is incredibly neat, right handed and cursive. He hasn't had proper schooling, but he's learned from Mary Lou. His adoptive mother had always been a strict teacher.

"I thought maybe if I wrote everything down, if I got confused, it could help me." He pauses, glancing down at his notes. "You gave me this, didn't you? At Christmas."