The small bite of food was enough to suddenly remind Nunnally that she'd barely had a change to touch her dinner the night before and hadn't eaten a real meal since lunch in town. She took another bite of the muffin to still her abruptly-ravenous hunger, watching the other two speak with a thoughtful expression. Circulating journals between small groups would serve to distribute information amongst those who needed to know, though there was always a risk that the staff might notice the significance of the books as they were handed around. Counting on word of mouth wouldn't work, however, for nurses were probably more likely to notice conversations before they would suspect something odd in someone reading from their notebook.

Unfortunately she wouldn't be of much use when it came to writing the needed information in the journals, as she was still remembering what she'd learned as a child. Information encoded in Braille would be far easier for her to read, but that was hardly an option for other people. Nunnally made a mental note to practice her writing some more (and perhaps if she asked Lelouch would write out the Japanese alphabet for her, so she could study that as well, since people seemed to use more than one language on the bulletin). When it came to talking to people, however... that she could certainly do.

At the moment Lelouch was working on recruiting Mr. Gavin for his purpose, though, so it wasn't time for her to interrupt and volunteer herself to work on the project. Nunnally did, however, give him a look that she hoped he could read as she lightly touched her fingertips against his arm. He was reluctant to allow her to help, she was aware. But that didn't mean she was going to simply sit by while he asked others to work.