I--I don't know. I-It's-- it's some kind a-alert, I-I think, that-- th-that you're supposed to... t-to talk. Or write. O-Or something.

The-- the place I was in b-before, it, it had something like this, b-but that just... spat water a--at you.

[The last of the ink washes away and Xanth turns the shower off. Then, he goes for a towel from his closet and begins to dry off.]