For a moment she regarded him closely before shaking her head at her own foolishness. She had such a hair trigger at times that she sometimes took a simple statement as a disagreement with her. "I'm sorry, Vincent," she told him as her cheeks started to turn pink. "I misunderstood what you were driving at."

Sighing again, she nodded. "Maybe." She looked at the book in her hands. "And I think I know what it should be." A somewhat safer topic? She hoped. "Who in the name of Martel was in charge of shelving these things before? This one," and she held it up to him, "doesn't even belong over here. I think it's on the other side of the building."

Yeah, she was still learning the layout and sections, but she had a cheat sheet, which she was currently digging in to her pocket for.