open! (hermione & elizabeth & cosima research hour maybe?)
Her conversation with Booker hadn’t left her in high spirits, and she still had yet to sleep. She’d lit up another cigarette-- the concept of not smoking indoors was beyond her time period-- downed another cup of coffee and set about returning to her own research. Elizabeth spent a good hour or so of concentrating on the books she had in front of her, breaking only to aggressively rub at her eyes or ask Booker for his input or ideas. But he was busy with his own reading, too, so she kept her interruptions at a minimum.
After some time, she stacked a number of books up and scooped them up, carefully carrying them toward the room Hermione had taken up. As she passed by Booker, she told him where she was heading in a hushed voice, figuring it was better to inform him of her whereabouts rather than just disappearing.
She walked fairly slowly, enough to where by the time she’d reached the room, Cosima had already arrived. Elizabeth moved over to the table and set the books down, glancing between Cosima and Hermione. At Hermione’s question-- which she assumed was directed to no one in particular-- Elizabeth looked back down at the book with the decorative Native American drawing on the front.
“I have at least one theory,” she said, eyeing the book’s front. “What about you two?”