James looked up from where she'd been staring down at her computation surface, staring for so long that the letters had all blended together into one unified, meaningless mess. She hadn't really been reading for at least an hour now. "Yeah, sure." She rose from the top bunk, hopping down to the lower level. As she fell, her wings struggled against the fabric, as though trying to catch her. They looked pitifully small to do something like that, but... the notes she'd been reading suggested that didn't matter. Though there was much information the notes didn’t contain--like the author’s name. Much to her frustration, considering how painfully familiar they sometimes sounded.