He looks around between the shelves as though he'd never seen them before. "In this aisle? Right here? Hmmm, sounds like I gotta test this hypothesis myself."

Which is to say, make way, old man coming through. His body really isn't that out of shape for the training he still keeps up after all these years, solid instead of svelte, but he's keenly aware that his knees and his back are not what they used to be. He makes only a mild sound of complaint lowering himself cross-legged to the floor.

It is always nice to be in the aisles, really. Surrounded by entertainment and information at the fingertips. The rest of the library more muted. The smell of parchment and paper and old ink.

"There may be some merit to the idea."