She kept on lying to him. That was only pissing him off more; he spared a few seconds to glare and wait for her to say anything else, then turned to scan the room for where - there it was. It wasn't even thrown in the right direction to hide it, the journal's pages were spread open to a random page, it looked like. He wondered if she was stupid enough to have thrown it like that hoping he wouldn't see it. Perhaps she was expecting him to look. He walked quickly, trying to calm himself down mentally, over to the journal and picked it up, flipping around to find the most recent page.