"Maybe you don't stop by often enough," Jackson remarked, and peered closely at her finger. There was the entry point, all right. "But nah. I'm only tryin' to get all this modern stuff through my skull." In, and back out with the offensive splinter in a couple of seconds. He dropped the needle and splinter on the tray, and grabbed some disinfectant and a wipe. "I figured writin' it all out might help. Not like the Inn's gonna let it stay up."