Diana wordlessly leans into her supportively. Her own gem still shines as bright as it ever has, no matter the gloom in her thoughts.
"...The question is, what? There's too many questions. Maybe historical myths of or involving the Incubators...If they have arbitrary magitechnological supremacy over us - and they probably do, because why wouldn't they, they talk like a superintelligence and fucking hell that's terrifying - then we probably want to look for books that were published before digital publishing really took off, too easy to tamper with a file as it goes to print. Much harder to 'disappear' distributed notes. Assuming that they need - augh, this is a fucking mess.
"And I'm going to sound like a fucking paranoid schizophrenic if I ask, though at least..."
Her thumb rubs over the warm surface of her soul gem, taking reassurance from the way it swells in her hand. "I do have evidence of a sort, if I need some.
"...Anyway.
"Can't really trust the computers but we might still get somewhere by looking at what is in the system and seeing if there's anything that those sources mention that isn't.
"Though it's...rather a longshot. It assumes that they weren't capable of keeping their Masquerade as 'up' as they need it to be at any point in their history of operations, and considering that I damn well suspect we'd have never been allowed to know about Jenny if it weren't for our own potential...
"This is still a mess. And we may well have to get lucky to solve it. It's not impossible, though. That would be breach of contract. I'm facing challenges, you know?"
The tight grin on her face is positively feral. She is full of radiant DETERMINATION. She stands up, and heads back to the Information desk.