After seeing Red's message, a dark look fell over O'Connor's face as he nodded to Clem. He rummaged through the glove box, considering how much of a luddite Blackeagle was there might be something as archaic as pen and paper laying around. O'Connor, for once since all this started, was in luck, and did find something he could used. He glanced out the window to see if any of the others were on their way out yet, before he hurriedly scratched out a note and handed it over to Clem. The penmanship was atrocious, but legible, if only barely.