[Ford wasn't one to waste words-- and suddenly, Oscar understood part of why Ozpin liked the man so much. There was no reason to waste breath on unnecessary small talk when something more substantial was to be gained.]

It's something that weird guy, Bill, said to me the other day.

[Oscar said firmly, setting his bag down on the nearby bench and already busying himself with it's contents. He didn't like sitting still if he could avoid it.]

I made sure it was all text so I could share the logs with someone. He says a lot that makes no sense.... but some of it kinda does.

[Pulling out his Fluid, he pulled up the conversation if Ford wanted a look. No one could accuse him of being a naive farmboy after this-- not when he made sure that there was a metaphorical paper trail.]