Lydia tensed a bit as he shook it--then breathed a sigh of relief. Not that she didn't trust Cloud, but who knew what would react with what? Following where he put the box down she's pulling out a bright pencil and some ink and a brush.

"Where'd you find this, Mr. Cloud?"

Some of the other boxes already showed her handywork of where they'd been found in the shop, so it was easier to keep track.