The name of the author is one that sparks familiarity at the back of her brain that Ava searches through the context of sci-fi works she's read, before finally coming up with "Oh, like the Martian?" She does remember enjoying the humor in that one.

But she's unaware of any others. "What else has he written? Maybe I can pick those up at the library." Because she's so used to the disorganized ship library stuffed full of fictional works from every time and world that it doesn't even occur to her they might not be here.