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The help desk hadn't been moved, but the person behind it was a little different this time. Normally, this time of day she was walking the aisles with books in hand, shelving them as best she could, surreptitiously caressing the covers. Libraries were wonderful places, Jada reflected, tapping manicured nails on the cheap wood of the desk.

It had been fairly quiet, so sitting atop the mail that was waiting for the normal desk specialist was a leather-bound book of poetry, well-worn. Her attention was on the book, the hand that was not tapping instead turning the pages agonizingly slow. She read the words under her breath, fixated on the rhythm of them.

Sidetracked as she was by her reading material, she had no clue that anyone was approaching the desk.

"All things were born./ Ye will come never more,/ For all things must die." she mouthed the ending to the poem, staring at it in satisfaction for a few moments. And then she heard it: someone was breathing very heavily and stamping around the outside of the desk. Without looking up at the person, she slipped a bookmark between the worn pages of the book, carefully closing the leather-bound cover on well-worn pages.

Finally, bright purple eyes raised themselves from Tennyson to fixate on the young woman in front of her. Reddish hair, light-coloured eyes. Mildly pretty. Not the point. "Hello." she smiled, careful to keep her voice as sweet as she could manage, not tinged with any impatience or disdain. After all, it was her job to help the patrons of the Destiny City Public Library. "How might i be able to assist you this afternoon?"

Why on earth was the child prancing about like she was afraid Jada was going to jump down her throat? If Jada did so that, she'd be in a lot of trouble, and she wasn't one to enjoy being chided like a naughty toddler. "I am doing well, thank you for asking. And how about yourself this beautiful afternoon?"

Jada managed to avoid an involuntary facial tick of her own. She looked where the redhead pointed. There had been several sections in that general area. Though she couldn't think of anything- Jada cut off that thought before she finished it. That was uncharitable and beneath her.

At least the girl had finished prancing. Somewhat. Was she high? "Well, the library has been doing some minor changes to the locations of some of our books. Was there something in particular that you were looking for?" They had moved the biographies, some genealogy and a few other sections. Nothing off the top of her head jumped out.

She'd heard her the first time. And the second. "Ah." Jada gave her a smile and moved from behind the desk. "Right this way." she reached out to take Aggie's arm, the touching a habit more than anything personal. Should Aggie pull away from the touch, she would merely continue on.

The Geography section was still in that part of the library, it was just back. Much further back. After all, the only people it was really used by were students, and they were young enough to be able to walk. Jada guided the redhead past shelf after shelf, finally stopping at the second-to-last shelf. "Most of the books will be here. The books in the child's section for geography will be in the same location. Was there something more specific you were looking for?"

"We've also made it a little smaller, I think?" Jada eyed the books critically. It didn't seem as intimidating as it had before. "Still, you aren't the first person to come and ask about a section, and I promise you won't be the last. So think nothing more of it." It was, after all, Jada's job to assist the people of the library (even if she weren't paid for her time) and she didn't want her first working experience to be marred: 'Fired from a volunteer position for poor customer service.'

Still, she was about to turn away, thinking her mission accomplished and Tennyson about to be back in her hot, eager little hands, when the girl spoke again. The question surprised her. "I was reading a book of poetry by Tennyson." phrasing it as a pretty book startled her even more. "It is a very old book as well."

Saying that might have made it sound like something ancient. The book, if she recalled, had been bound in 1909. Of course they had needed to re-cover it, but...

Jada gave a little laugh at the girl's obvious displeasure in the cutbacks. "Look, come with me." again without asking, she pulled the girl with her, away from the geography section. As she guided the girl along, through a door marked 'Staff Only' she answered the other question. "That's correct. Tennyson was a 19th century English poet. As for the book, it has been well-cared for."

And yet she'd left it behind on the desk, unguarded and unprotected? What a weirdo.

"My name's Jada." She pulled the girl with her through another door. "Now, this is where they keep all the books they've decided to get rid of. Most of them are going to be donated or given away, but if you like, I'm sure they wouldn't mind you picking up some of the old geography books. Most of the ones the library is getting rid of are either in poor condition, missing pages, or outdated with obviously incorrect data. Still..." she shrugged, and plopped down in a chair. "I don't really know where the geography books would be though."

A woman peeked in, looking at Aggie in confusion. She looked at Jada and opened her mouth. "I'll be out soon. Cover the desk for me?" Jada asked the older woman before she could speak; the older woman nodded and walked back out.

"I don't think they'll have a problem with it." Jada grinned at Aggie. "In fact, they'll probably be grateful to you for taking a few of them off their hands. This is a lot of books to have to find homes for."

The fact of the matter was, these books were completely useless, even to a public library. It was give them away or toss them; no one else wanted them.

The black-haired young woman took a seat, watching the redhead pore over the books. Most of the books were all in one section, Aggie would find. There were books in this pile Aggie hadn't even known they had!