She pulls a face at the mention of the Librarian. "No one else can read me," - she hopes - "but that's obviously not the case here."

"As for qualities," she continues, thoughtful, "maybe it only makes sense to the first one who opens it? Or...you were looking for something from your memories, weren't you? Maybe the book's from wherever you were before and that's why you can read it. I don't think what I've seen fits into a land like that at all, so of course I can't understand it. " She sounds increasingly certain of this theory as she continues talking.