[Tilting his head to read what's written, Rumlow scoots a little closer. As if to read better, but really just shifting to obscure the camera's view. He spins the pen in his fingers. Rumlow knows what Laura means, he's just formulating how to tell her. What theories he believes are more credible. He taps the pen on the paper.]

Close. Simile. I know a little Spanish. I'll write down some things, and then what they are in Italian, sì?

[Rumlow begins to write.

When I came here, they said I was in an accident. Same with my friend, and a bunch of other people. I don't know what really happened, but it definitely wasn't an accident. The cameras are everywhere. Audio recording too, but the microphones are a little trickier to find, they don't reflect light. I destroyed them in my house, but when we left, they were all replaced.

Tell me more about the trackers. What do they look like?

He hasn't cut his own out, but he definitely felt around his body to try and find it. Sure enough. It's there, just beneath the skin.]

Does this look familiar?