Constance merely tipped her head from side to side at the male's notion to enjoying reading. "I'm not too partial to it," the red head said as she made her way over and sat on the male's bed. "I'd rather play video games, ya know?" She shrugged, her eyes moving about the room slowly. "You still get the story, you just get to act through it which is really cool."

Quieting herself for a few moments, Constance stretched her arms out before her before pulling her arms up to arch her lower back. Shortly after, her palms found the mattress surface once again and the woman's body weight was placed on top of them as she watched the male mill about, going through one particular book.

Horatio eventually pulled the woman from her seat to share what he had been looking at with her. Bright red orbs scanned over the odd 'language', if one could call it that. While one could say that the scribbles resembled some sort of symbol, or symbols as it were, to the woman, they could have been made up by an eight year old child. "This isn't English," she said dulling to the male, her eyes never meeting his and missing his expectant gaze. "I don't think it's even any sort of language to be honest with you." Even with it not being something she could read, the woman was still interested in the odd designs and continued looking at them.