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[aimedforthemoon]

Milliways has at least two libraries, even if Yesfir is only aware of one of them. The normal one, although this is Milliways normal. She was staying in Milliways until the bruises from her fight with Fiona healed (which they have, twice as fast as when she was properly alive and properly human), and then…Well, it was right, that her comrades from

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[vojvode]

He's seated in a wing-backed leather chair at the end of the aisle. His long legs are crossed at the ankles and his elegant fingers steepled, watching her from the shadows he's drawn around himself. His gloves are tucked neatly into his hat, which rests at his feet.

She is a delectable little thing. Her dark hair and eyes remind him of the Romani girls of his homeland.

His head falls to one side as he takes in the view.

Mmm, yes. Very nice indeed.

[aimedforthemoon]

Some of the books are in German (not helpful), some in various Scandinavian languages (still not helpful), none in Russian, and the rest in English. The current English book in her hands does not seem to be helpful; her jaw clenches as her almond eyes narrow, a few pages later, and she mutters a few choice curses.

Her accent is southern Russian, clearly from the Volga region; her language...Colourful.

[vojvode]

"Such -- choice words from such a pretty mouth."

The shadows recede, like clouds pulling back from the moon, revealing the dark figure sitting at the end of the long aisle.

He lifts a hand and beckons her closer with an imperial gesture.

[aimedforthemoon]

Part of her - an exceedingly large part - has been trained and trained to obey. But alongside that obedience comes paranoia, and a fighter's reflexes, and come closer she does not. Instead, Esfir turns sharply on her heel and steps back, the book shifting in her hands almost as a weapon. Her heartbeat quickens, but not as much as one might suppose. No fear - that was also part of the training. A threat appears, you react, or you die. No time to freeze in the sky, and her trained mind hasn't quite realized she's on the ground.

Not seeing a man on the ground is not at all like not seeing someone in the sky.

"Don't like my language, then the door is right there," she points out, coolly.