Material for writing
She handed me a pad and pencil.
She held up her pad of copious notes.
Digging a note pad out of her purse, she labored over a note.
She leaned forward and slapped the pad, and Elise's grim face lit up the central screen.
The access pad was useless, the clothing unit jammed, the communication monitor too covered with handprints from her searching to work right.