"Sure," she muses, and flips away from the section on dreams without much more than skimming it. If it means anything, she isn't sure she wants to know. And it's not what they're here for.

"I mean-- why not?"

Dissatisfied with the offerings, she shelves the book, tries another. Certainly there's plenty of writing here, trying to understand it. That's a good sign, maybe? Even now she can't shake the sense that Carinda would know-- could point them so easily in the right direction-- but there's a part of her that desperately wants to figure it out on her own.