Tatum watched Bekka again, watched her pull up the mattress, frowning a little, vaguely hoping her bed wasn't next. "Some of them, I guess, like.. with actual books, I own actual books," the other girl replied quietly, just slightly downtrodden. She had a feeling that regardless of what she had to say, Bekka wouldn't deem it as a proper answer.

"I own books," she murmured again, as if that confirmed it, before she reached for something else from her box, placing it up onto a bedside shelf.