Robert's gaze shifts subtly again, back to the book. The look on his face is subtly forlorn.

"I have not been able to read this particular version," he admits quietly, feeling the familiar twinges of resentment and shame well up in him. Sometimes he is forcibly reminded of his poverty, and how it starves him of all the potential resources he could have...

"... Is it true that it... contains the latest research on medical matters?" Hesitant, perhaps even hoping; even if he's nervous of a doctor, maybe she might be able to tell him this much?