"I used to read when I was little. Maybe books?" She immediately latched her hands tightly around her knees, risking a look out the window. She shivered a little, and Ferb nodded. "We'll talk to the orderlies. See what sort of books we can get for you." He was thinking that if she'd been taken as a child, she'd like younger storybooks, maybe some fairytales. The modern versions - the ones where the princesses always made it home all right.