"I didn't say I wanted to pick amother subject, relax and stop second-guessing yourself." Her words were softly spoken but true, her mind was going through the books she had and the ones she'd have for deliveries. A small smirk danced  across her lips as she turned her gaze to Aleksandr, her head tilting to the side. "Your father said my cell and keys were in a paper bag in the trunk right? Would you mind bringing both objects to me? I think I found our solution." Her fingers flew across the keys of her laptop as warmth filled her chest, she'd just remembered her store was waiting on a shipment of historical books..

She jotted down noted as she mentally skimmed the titles and names of the books she'd asked for, her shoulders relaxing. They had a shot, Nikola Tesla didn't have many works to his name but was mentioned by other important people. His idea hadn't been dumb or a shot in the dark, they had a chance. [@Briza]