"I'll leave you to it, then; don't hesitate to come find me if you have any questions."

The shelf in question has lots of science books, arranged by topic, starting with books about various kinds of physics.

She gives an absent nod, browsing the book titles. Her reading in Basic might be slightly better than her spoken, but she's still not the fastest at it. She is definitely interested in the physics books though - she might not have had any formal schooling, but she's pretty sure this stuff is related to how the engines of a ship work.

"I can read to you, if you'd like. And we can bring some home - we won't have very much room, but I'm sure we'll have a little."

"...please? I'd like that?" Rhoda is straight up grinning now.

"Of course. And if you want more than we have room for, we can tell Marisel, and she'll make sure they're here next time I come in." She picks up one of the books Rhoda has been looking at: "do you want to start with this one, for now?"

She nods, both to the information and the question. "Yes, please."

"All right." Daisy leads the way back to the beanbag chairs and settles into one; there's plenty of room for Rhoda to join her.

And Rhoda will, snuggling up to her fairly unselfconsciously.

And they can read about physics, and by the end of the book Daisy has picked up on her interest in starships, and they can read a book about that, too.

Which is interesting, but also obviously perplexing to Rhoda.

"That...isn't-" she frowns. "...are there other types of engine?"

"There are slower-than-light engines, but there's really only one way to go faster than it. Is something wrong?"

"...it's not how the engines I know work," she explains. "And...and the engines of Ma'am's ships were faster-than-light."

"That is strange. I don't know what it might mean."

She shrugs. "Still interesting just. Very different."

Daisy nods. "We can ask Pradnakt when we get back."

She nods agreeably. "More?" she requests.

"Of course."

By the time they finish this book, it's midafternoon; only a little early for lunch after Rhoda's late breakfast. "Do you want to go get something to eat?"

She thinks for a moment, and then nods. "Am a little hungry."

"All right. The restaurants won't be very crowded this time of day, but I think Marisel will let us bring something back here if you'd rather have some privacy."

"...maybe. Maybe too many people to watch?"

Nod. "I'll ask Marisel, and if we can't eat here I'll find someplace else. Do you know what you want? I know that one of them does sandwiches."

"Sandwiches are fine," Rhoda nods. (And fairly easy to take other places if they need to.)

"All right."

She stops by the desk on the way out, and gets permission from Marisel to bring food in, as long as they keep it in the private room. The sandwich place is a few blocks up the street, one of a row of shops; most of the space inside is taken up by tables, with a section along one wall where meats and vegetables and cheeses are displayed behind glass for customers to choose from, with a droid standing by to make the sandwiches themselves. It's sparsely populated at the moment; a group of people sit at a pair of tables at the very back, having a lively conversation, and one of the two other patrons appears to be just finishing up his meal.

Rhoda stays close to Daisy, not quite hiding behind her but close. She looks around cautiously but-

Even if no-one's paying attention to them, it feels a little like she has to many eyes on her. She tries to focus on the idea of food instead of the other people.

Daisy notices, of course. "Are you all right?" she asks quietly. "We can go back if it's too much."