"Leviathan..." she murmured. "I thought that was supposed to be a sea creature..." The unconsciously bit at her thumbnail, staring into the middle distance and tapping the book that swamped her lap.

"Hm?" She focused on him again, and seemed unoffended by his question. "Oh... I'm just worried about this guy... He's been shot and there's a lady on the way, but I don't know if he's going to make it, you know? No one really knows where he is, other than that it looks like a hotel room in an area where there are red neon lights and cars and cigarrette smoke. I've been giving him some basic tips to try and keep him still and calm - like it says in here." She gestured at the lurid photographs scattered amongst paragraphs of text. "But she's taking so long to get there!"