( Steve Harrington is, in fact, standing with a page gripped in both hands, holding it mere inches from his face as if that might help him suddenly decipher the almost-familiar-but-not-quite script on the page. He's so engrossed he almost doesn't realize that someone is shouting at him, but her voice snaps him out of his focus and he glances up with a comically puzzled frown. )

Well excuse me if I'm not used to — ( He gestures wildly with the page, to, uh, basically everything. This place is weird. These people are weird. This is just weird. ) — whatever this is. Look, I just think these pages have to have, like, I don't know, clues or something. Do you have a better idea?