"We're stuck in an alternate dimension, snapped out of the streets without so much as a 'by your leave'." She smiles just a bit. "Everything is complex. I don't want to stir up bad memories, or even painful happy ones."

Still, she pulls the notebook over, tucking bright red hair behind her ear. Her fingers trace above the symbols for a moment. "So the lines mean go or search? The tiny dots are the stars?" She's guessing. Brigid looks up, sheepish. "I've spent a lot of afternoons trying to decipher Gaelic."