As her partner in apparent hallucination (albeit a nice illusion for whatever unfathomable reason) perused his book, Emma did likewise. She looked at the front and back of the journal. Her finger ran down its spine, testing to see if that opened a possible secret compartment. She didn't think it would but she wasn't supposed to be here either in a supposed reality. Only after examining the binding outside and in, then flipping the pages all past each other, did she also read what was contained within.
"Persons of stone, freeing them from a curse, starring in a medieval fantasy?" she mused, raising her eyes to look at Steed. For a moment, her expression softened because they were both here. Then she became business-like again, though she was actually enjoying this.