The markers, Jim comprehends well enough, but the name badges throw him for a minute. Not their purpose, but how they're meant to be used. He writes "Jim" in the space provided, and... then what?

He's bent low over the table, trying to puzzle this out, when there's a low rumble of wheels and a shouted warning from somewhere on his left. Jim straightens up, eyebrows raised, and he breaks into a wide, bright, and absolutely delighted grin as Liesl goes speeding past.

"Hey, nice wheels!" he shouts after her, laughing.

And then it's back to contemplating this name badge. Wait, is that a seam in the paper...?