She shakes her head after barely a moment's thought. "I think there was something with plants down that way." She points behind her, a bit to the right. "I remember the book was tiny, that's why I opened it. But nothing like you described."

Angel's search is more interesting than she'd expected. More creative than a search for a map or information on the Keeper or Mason or their situation, and the book regrets being unable to help. "Was that something you remembered?" she asks, unusually soft.