Her eyes scan the pages, then stop when she reaches her own entry. "Scary gun lady?" For a moment Brimstone's good humor surfaces enough for her to throw a raised brow of amusement at the journal. It's short-lived, though, as roiling emotions within her search for another outlet or focus.

She starts to toss the journal back to him when it strikes her that he's left himself lying around in the library. Anyone could come along and snatch him up, burn him. He's not on the Keeper's side. What if the tiger came along? Or Mason sent out more vines.

The journal remains in her grip, and she clutches it to her chest for protection. "We need to put you somewhere safer. Ain't right leavin' yourself lyin' out. What if the Keeper comes back?" And once more she's angry at him. How could he be so negligent? There are things about the other people in the house in here. The Keeper could use that!