"Do you," To Benedict, still watching his companion's hands, "Have out with it and I will see what I can do."

Probably jack-shit. But she wouldn't mind laying eyes on the thing before passing it off to whichever agent of the advisors will handle officially ignoring the request. In all likelihood, this won't be the last time that she's asked to one of these shifts; better by far if there's some understanding of those she need watch.

She takes the list, a cursory scan of titles. Passing recognition of a few, but if she's read none, neither do they look to be anything terribly controversial —

(As though there's much point to monitoring that. Any knowledge a Magister might carry with them is more dangerous than what the Inquisition's library may supply.)

"There is a saying, yes?" She signals a passing librarian, who shoots her and the prisoners almost equally dirty looks as the list's handed off, "When we do not get what we want, we often gain what we need. I've faith your researches will find a way,"

Else enjoy a bit of slack.

"Please, do not let me tarry you." She lifts her brows faintly to the workspace.