"What, may I ask, are you doing here?"
The tall, authoritative Lepus glances over her glasses at you, in the midst of shelving a dusty file. She gives you a disapproving cluck before turning back to the endless rows of bookshelves.
"This is where all miscellaneous information, as well as past Daruman events of yore, are housed. You are allowed to browse, if you must."
You take a step across the concrete, but not before she whirls around again, a scowl upon her delicate features. "But for Sedes' sake, don't break anything. Else I will be forced to use my Upgrades on you."
