Tikka does not spend very much time, all told, contemplating what she has read in the notes. But this does not mean that she isn't very, very interested! True, the chances of absconding to a plane where everything seems absolutely correct rather than being interesting or curious or disappointing or potentially mortal and simply being as she no doubt once was or was created to be should not be scoffed at. But Tikka has a very long time to contemplate contentment, and besides, it becomes clear very quickly that (at least in the estimation of Rosco and "Novna") that the research in front of her would not allow her to reach such an enlightened plane in any case. And curiosity and disappointment and interest are all things which she is still actively researching herself, so she would be remiss to ascend without learning all that she could first! But while she merely glances over the notes, she does file them away mentally, as good as writing them in stone. There will be time later to unpack, and perhaps even measure up the findings against others or her own potential thoughts on how to find a place more correct than Gateway.
She would quite like to see a Gemerald Butterfly, though. She cannot help but fancy that they may have been able to have an interesting conversation, should she meet, and that its resonations and multi-facets would certainly make for a song that creatures of flesh might quite enjoy!
She is only momentarily distracted by Argus' yelping once she goes to speak with Rosco, though she unfortunately is in a poor spot to sympathize what it must feel like to be on fire. Not much of Tikka is flammable, after all. So, after a brief tilt of her head to regard his antics, she immediately turns back to Rosco. Don't think her cruel! After all, she didn't laugh or anything!
"I do not understand. Is it a matter of societal rules, or a matter of practical rules? Will I need a ladder, or perhaps equipment with which to climb? Perhaps you or you and some of yours would be sufficient to lift and throw me to any levels I was unable to reach? Although then we may be at a bit of an impasse should their be further levels, I'd suppose." The hands of her eyes spin briefly while she considers the logistics. She has never scaled a tower before! Exciting! "Of course, if it is simply societal rules, that is much simpler. I would not wish to be an imposition after you have shown me such hospitality, but not being of your society, I am not sure how I could do any harm with simple examinations. For example," she says, turning one hand over to point at Argus without actually looking at him.
"The societal rules and obligations of the Holsten household seem to hold me in the regard that I have chosen to accompany Ilex and Argus Holsten on their journey here, and so I should be indebted to them. And while I am very thankful for this opportunity, I daresay that my debt is one of much smaller import than the one that Ms. Holsten finds herself in, and she has shrugged off her duties to said debt with great vigor. As my debt to them is a smaller one, it is with smaller amounts of vigor that I tell Mr. Holsten," and Tikka turns her head, her lips ticking upward in an approximation of a smile, "I am neither contracted nor related to Ilex, and so I have no such societal rules obligating me to help her. As a friend, if I may call myself such, I would quite like to help, but I would also consider the Dragonborn an equally hastily-made friend of mine already. And as the both of them have proven to cast aside the societal rules of decorum and helping one another and left me at a great impasse, so to will I cast off any societal rules of being a gracious passenger and instead enjoy the remainder of the two days until our departure any way that I see fit, for myself, by myself if need be. If that is alright with you, sir." What, everyone's allowed a tantrum except Tikka? Fleshthings are confounding enough when they're NOT inadvertantly or blatantly trying to make her choose sides!
Oh! Gears click and spin as she snaps her head back toward Rosco.
"Will I be impounded, arrested, detained, or otherwise destroyed should I attempt entry into the tower? As I said, I do not wish to be an imposition or an offense, but I'm afraid my interest in the edifice is currently outweighing my desire to be a perfect guest, as I do believe any impositions that I make will still be overlooked with sufficient apologizing should I be caught."
If Tikka was actually a three year old, perhaps one with a sparkly tutu and little blonde curls, she might well have been designated a weapon of mass destruction with manipulative logic like that. Luckily for everyone else, she doesn't have puppy dog eyes.
Yet.