She proceeds in and bends to pick up the nearest notebook - cactus-shaped and familiar - and smooths out some dog-eared pages before opening it up properly. After a couple seconds of skimming, she feels a beat of unease.

"...No, this...might be wrong, actually. Do you recognize this at all?"

Because she thought she did. In fact, some of this shorthand feels right, and the penmanship as well, but...there's things in here she can't parse.