He made a bit of a small noise at the back of his throat. He couldn't really determine if she was from here or not based on her reading of the book. How many people of this time would be aware that it was a reprint? But how many people of this time could say that they'd read it as a child? Questions that took him to more questions.
"I have, but not really to my tastes. I'm more fond of history, mystery, intrigue, suspense, horror." He narrowed his eyes to study her reaction to that. And then decided to throw in another tidbit. "We're all a little like Alice, aren't we? Lost, trying to find our way home, confronted by a lot of strange shit, doing our best to not fall down another hole or eat the wrong thing."
He tried to slow down the growing irritation he was feeling at the idea that this woman was stuck in the experiment with him and the others. She seemed so perfect. And he wanted to get to know her in an intimate way. Of course, it probably wasn't the same intimacy that she or any of the other people would enjoy.