Susan pats her pockets, but since she's not wearing her usual skirts, she hasn't got her usual notebook and pen, and this does momentarily translate into her sliding her hands down her thighs, muscle memory carrying her through the gesture. Ultimately it takes a moment of casting about before she finds a long, thin stick on a shelf that must serve some inscrutable purpose for some sort of game; she uses this stick to prod very carefully at Noo-boh's beak.