"'Mweelsrow' is her word for that thing." Max adds helpfully.

Liu stares at the paper. "It must have been... sleight of hand? Where's... look, let me. I've got..." He hands her a key off a ring of keys, and some unidentifiable piece of black plastic of about the same size.

"Uh, you don't want to do that. It's not- if you need that key, it's a real thing, and I don't know if the key's shape will stay intact if she swit-"

"It's for the photosensitive materials closet. There's twenty more just like it. I mean to be sure you're not all picking props to hornswoggle me, understood?"

Max looks helplessly at Sohng and/or Pyay and asks "Mweelsrow?"