Hasibe stays in her seat, for the moment, though she is near enough to where Deacon is casually meandering that she doesn't have to raise her voice to be heard. She rests one elbow on the table top, chin poised in hand. In some way, she's almost surprised he turned up. Almost, as there are good reasons to be interested in this. "Careful," she says, with a little tilt of her head toward the bookshelf, "I hear some of those are cursed."

Her tone is nonchalant enough to suggest she gives minimal credence to the idea, but then, it's hard to tell what she believes, and in this city, most anything is indeed possible.