"Lemme borrow that, first--" Ixidor unceremoniously snatches the paper from Lux' hand before Rosh accepts it, pulling his pen out at the same time. The grin on his face is an unapologetic one that says nobody panic. He scribbles his own phone and e-mail info on the other side, labeling it 'Ix', and then 'Lux' on the original, just for good measure. Then he slides it across to Rosh.
"I need to start carrying post-its, or something."
Gideon is recognized, and gets a toss of the head in greeting, wild black mane accenting the motion. "Just initiated, I'm afraid."