[Whatever free time Diana has is spent trying to make sense of the small leather book she'd found on the beach, the one with her family tree inscribed across several pages and post-it notes with half-translated poems stuck haphazardly throughout.
Preoccupied with a particularly odd rhyme, she nearly stumbles into Faye.]
come at me etc etc
Preoccupied with a particularly odd rhyme, she nearly stumbles into Faye.]
Well, I think my Latin skills are a little rusty.