Miu purses her lips, looking down at her own book. The writing on it is old, the Japanese near-archaic, and she looks rather sour about it, but he's probably right. If it was as simple as holding the items, they'd be out of here by now.

So she pushes herself away from the table before hopping up to sit on it and get comfortable.

"I won't tell, promise. I know I'm kind of a bitch, but I'm not the 'spread secrets that aren't my own' type of bitch." She gestures to her book. "Besides, I'll have to tell you about this too. I don't really care as much if others know, but I'm sure some people will be weird about it, so." So, you know. Maybe keep it on the downlow for her too.

She leans back on her hands a bit and watches him, quiet and expecting.