He asks me if I've been at the library long, and I frown, not so much at the question as at his phrasing. It seems a little odd. "I've been here a couple hours, I think. I tend to lose track of time reading." Usually. Not so much today.

He settles in the chair and introduces himself. I shake the hand he offers and tell him my name, doing my best not to stare at his injuries. I am very curious about what happened to him, but of course I can't ask. "Mr. Sagert, do you mind if I have a look at the books you brought?" I'm nearly as curious about them.