Rorschach's mask had two splotches split into four, two one either side of his face that went up towards his eyes and down his cheeks, when he was offered the scarf. The splotches never stayed still from one moment to another, always constantly shifting into new patterns. He took the garment from the asset, examining it before folding the scarf up and put it into another of his pockets.

After a long, belated moment he remembered people generally showed gratitude when given something. "Thanks," he finally said. There we go. He knew how to interact with others....sometimes. On a good day. When the moon was full and wind blew in from the east.