She shrugs and stubbornly tries to keep reading the same sentence she's already re-read three times.

"I don't know about useful, but unless someone drops the Jedi texts back in my lap it'll do."

If she can understand the conflict -- and the strange way that magic seems to function here -- maybe she'll have some of the tools to get herself back home. In the meantime, it's at least interesting enough to spend a peaceful afternoon on. And the Jedi texts aren't nearly as useful as the actual real-life Jedi she's become acquainted with, anyway. Theory had only gotten her so far.