Ford tried to ignore the traces of worry still edging his brother's features as he started repeating the same process of pointing out ingredients one by one. He was trying to act like he was fine, too, which meant he didn't have time to think about whatever had just happened. He pushed it to the back of his mind, to be revisited later when he didn't have a facade to put up, when he didn't have to project strength he didn't really have.

"... I think that's it," he said when they'd compiled the ingredients in the center of Noble's work table. He tried to replay the afternoon in his mind, locating each ingredient on the table in the order that Darrow had ordered him to find it on the snowy afternoon. He let his hands move over them as he thought through it all, like he was taking an inventory, though he didn’t touch anything. With a hesitant glance to Noble, he asked, "What do you think?"