The fair rogue has, since before the men left, been staring with a knitted brow and open-mouthed stare.  She closes her mouth when she's addressed, and shifts her weight from one hip to the other. Shrugging dismissively, she mouths a few half-formed words before her breath escapes in a befuddled sigh.  "It's ah... well, it's obvious, that is."  She shrugs again, folding her arms over her leather-padded breast, and glances uncertainly at Chloe.  "You, ah, of course know what those... er... these scrolls are, of course."  She trails off and tries to look contemplative, resigning herself to a wide-eyed, unspoken plea for explanation.