Jamie shrugged. "Sometimes," she said softly, "but I haven't written a lot yet."
She followed John's gaze to the neatly written prompt on the board. "Consistent." The replay was automatic; it didn't occur to Jamie until after she'd said it that correcting someone she'd just met might not be polite.
A secret room in a library. Jamie thought back to the library back in Kettering. "Well," she began, "I think libraries usually keep rare books hidden away. Maybe we can do something with that." The only other option she could think of was the staff room, and she didn't think they could make much of that option.