"We can only hope. There'll be something though I'm sure. What land doesn't have books about itself?" He didn't think it would be that easy. No 'how to' guides. But if they had anything they would have some informationals. The land, language, stuff like that.
Her relief was obvious, and detrimental to their survival. It wasn't agitating in the least, confusing, but Jefferson wasn't heartless, if impatient. He did have a little girl and knew how to be empathetic when he wanted.
Offering just the slightest of smiles, he placed a hand to her shoulder blade, helping to guide her along to the book store--ignore those flickering lights, and continue with the distracting conversation. He then opened the door to the store, ushering her in before following along behind. "I don't know." He answered honestly, making a face, giving a slight shrug.
He eyed the store before just picking a section to search. Jefferson never spent much time in libraries. "I just found it, a long time ago, when I was younger. Or really it just found me."