He still has one free hand and a notepad, which is helpful for noting the letters even if he can't see them. It's god-awful writing for those, but he doesn't need to see them, just interpret them. The palm press for spaces is a god-send, and he taps his pen twice after each word when he understands it.

It really is good to have something to focus on outside his own head.

Wrench, then. An odd name, but certainly not the strangest he's ever heard, and moreover he's just glad he has something to call him.

Are you local? It's just the one sentence, that comes with a look that's almost... guarded. Like he's deciding whether to freeze him out or not.