Persia... where was that again? That was sort of over by Africa, wasn't it? Maybe Mediterranean, then. "Gosh, that's quite a ways. From Chicago, anyway, I suppose. I guess everything is a long way from here." More papers; some look like they're in a sort of code. The Militia is definitely going to want to hear about this. She stands.

"Maybe we should check the other rooms...?" She's not easily spooked, but she's getting the feeling that she'd prefer not to stay here much longer than she absolutely has to. Papers they can bring along, if they need to. Toward that end, she stuffs a sheaf of them in her bag.