"Here, I'll help you." Jakob said, going by Roma and taking the papers in his hands. He was worried about Orion's state, he didn't sound well, and his inward side must have matched the outer one. Jakob wanted to give him some rest, as short as it could've been, and let them, the others, rush to solve the puzzle.
He scrambled for some papers, and put them against Roma's, watching intently, in search of a pattern of some sort. A couple of matching ones already started showing up. Working together was more constructive, that way.