A book? [She perks at that. Now that she thinks of it - there are books on a lot of things, aren't there? It's not as though she's had much opportunity to read any before now, but the prospect is actually one she's quiet amenable to. The rest takes precedent, however, and she settles again until an opportunity presents itself to speak.] ... I can't say that they're wrong about that. I'm just - not sure whether to be happy about their attention to detail or disturbed by it. [Since, after all, if they're really careful about every bit of data, couldn't that also theoretically mean personally inspecting it? All one's personal information and best kept secrets included? The idea's enough to make her skin crawl.] But - if you find any good books about that, I'd be happy to hear about them. Don't go to any trouble for me.

[And she doesn't have the heart to disagree with him about the rest of it. That really is an idealistic way to look at things, because even as little as she knows about the process, she's not convinced strength and determination to return have anything to do with it. Ah, but what does she know? Maybe it's more complicated than it seems like it would be, and maybe it's better to look at it his way. So he gets a smile back, a gentle thing that's only slightly hesitant, half to accept his reassurance and half to offer the same thing back.] Well, you know them better than I do. [Which is to say she doesn't. At all.] You must really think highly of them, to have so much faith. I hope it all works out like you think it will. [A beat. There's a little laugh somewhere under her breath, mouth quirking slightly higher.] If they're as stubborn as you say, I'd be curious to meet them for myself.