"No, I know," Tina answered sharply, voice rising some. It's met with a wince that become something of an apologetic grimace. "Trust me. There isn't anything I can say that'd be of any interest." Well, it might be of interest to people, but what she knows is purely of her world. Their secrets aren't ones she really wants to share even here-- She may not hate No-Majs but that didn't mean she wanted them to know everything. It went against every principle she knew.

She tucked a strand of hair away, the creases on her forehead deepening. The other woman is not wrong, of course, they've already made so many of them powerless compared to what they were before. It was difficult enough to find any books on dealing with the environment here, though she knew some existed in the school house.

"It's a possibility," She conceeds with a shake of her head, "though I'm not necessarily certain I believe children's books would provide much in the way of a revolt." The Wizard's Flapping Cape, after all, had always been a silly bedtime story more than anything thought provoking. Even the Tales of the Bard, though interesting, were not a cause to draw from to try and escape.