Swamped

"Do you have any idea how much spit gets on a mask?" you ask. "Seems like asking for trouble to me."

"So I'll clean it first."

"That'd take a while," Crow says. "They really aren't meant to be shared, so they're designed around a quick cleaning and you put your own mask back on. You'd need to be pretty thorough. If we've got that kind of time, we might as well try to find someone around here with a mask."

You think his name isn't actually Crow, but trying to carry that thought too far forward is very disorienting.

"And do you have an idea for doing that?"

"Maybe," Crow says. "I've got to hand some things to their owners. I might hear something while I'm doing that."

"Or I could do that for you," Minnie replies. "Since I imagine you know more about cleaning your mask than I would, and I won't draw as much attention. And then if I don't get any leads, you give me your mask."

Crow looks a little worried, but seems resigned. Well, worst case he can pretend he messed up the cleaning. Then he turns to you.

"Before that, though, I wanted to ask you about the stuff just in case you knew anything." He holds up an officer's hat from the Lansor navy, a small device that seems vaguely familiar... and a book...

"Get that book out of here!" you shout. "Wait... Don't hold it yourself! Give it to her!"

Confused, Crow hands the book to Minnie. She steps back a bit.

"Further! Further!"

Minnie steps past the curtain. It takes a few minutes before you can relax.

"You okay?" Crow asks.

"Not really. I'm going to need you to leave, too. But there's something important I've just realized."