She gives him a skeptical look as he holds the book out to her - what is it about her that always makes people treat her like some wild animal about to attack? - and wipes her hand on the handkerchief carefully before delicately taking the book. "So self-determination and manifest destiny in an economic sense, hm? Sounds fascinating."

She leafs through the pages; it's in a language she can read, and the sections on free will certainly look interesting, but what with all the transaction logs and graphs, it's not a format she's especially used to. This seems much more raw, archeological, not summarized and arranged for inexpert viewing. But given that the man picked it out, she wouldn't be surprised if he were trained in exactly this sort of field.

She chuckles self-deprecatingly. "I'm not even entirely sure which parts of the sentences are the verbs and which ones are the nouns. I've been comparing it to a dictionary over there, but I'm starting to think it's just that the squiggles looked fancy rather than anything meaningful. Would you like to give it a crack?"

She stuffs her handkerchief back into her pocket and licks a fresh drop of blood off her lip. "Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Eva." She offers her hand, now that it's clean.