Ignorant!

As Desmond scanned the surroundings, his ears caught the distinct sound of approaching footsteps. Curiosity piqued, he swiveled around, only to find Katrina struggling under the weight of a precarious pile of parchment scrolls.

"Pardon me, sir," Katrina implored, her brow creased with the burden she bore. "Could you lend me a hand?" In her haste, she inadvertently dropped a portion of the scrolls, their imminent collapse urging Desmond to intervene.

However, Desmond's response was one of apparent reluctance, as if he harbored an aversion to lending assistance. "What's the matter? Can't you see my hand?" he retorted, his shoulders shrugging in a gesture that emphasized his absent right limb.