Nill shows her the pen, and it's then that Terezi remembers that she can't speak. She got so used to hearing the girl's voice in her head during the arena. It's a shame that the Capitol has blocked that means of communication for her.

Terezi proceeds to pat down her pockets, scrunching her mouth to thee side in concentration. She usually has at least something on her--There! She pulls a red marker from her pocket, one of the thick fat ones that is good for coloring. Probably not so good for licking, but at least a marker can draw on almost anything.

"Here, you can use this."