She listens intently to the description, a little entranced by the cadence of the book woman's words. Perhaps she could have the book recite out to Lights to help him get to sleep when he's restless. It's soothing. There is one thing she didn't here in that reading that she is wondering about.

"They weak to anything particular? Imagine a bullet'd put 'em down, but that ain't always needed if you just need to slow 'em down." The possibility of the tiger man hunting her down properly has crossed her mind.