[This man! Though she can see that there is no getting anywhere with frustration. Though Geralt is amused. Damn them both.]

This is a school. I told you.

[And a vague wave of her hand has a cluster of books gather on the nearest surface.]

What good is a school without books? There must be something. Earth you said, is that right? You're from Earth?

[Does that ring any bells anywhere, books? Geralt? The wind? Anything that will answer.]