Fred relaxed a little as Sam seemed willing to share. She moved to stand beside the very big hunter, setting her food and such on the counter. Taking a lean against the counter, she took the notebook to flip through it.
She claimed a rollie chair with her foot, pulling it close to settle in. The brainy female flipped a few more pages; claiming a small muffin from one of the bag of snacks, she followed it with a second one and nudged it Sam's way. She nibbled at the muffin, her attention still on the notebook.
"So, you think you're connected to these Men of Letters? Possibly?" She finally turned the notebook around to the page with Henry Winchester. "Though, really Winchester is something of a common name. I could tell you how you could find out, but you probably won't like it." Her nose wrinkled a little.
"I didn't. Like how I found out about my death." It wasn't a fun experience. She wasn't even sure it would work for him. The City post-dated her life, so it was easy to find things. She didn't know how it worked for those she suspected were current to the City and whatever time it happened to be in. Time was a funny thing in the City.