If their acquaintanceship continues on this same track, they may have the opportunity to swap stories later on. Even painful stories. Time will tell.

"I feel like the scars and tattoos are modification enough for me," she says, distracted as her gaze sweeps the stacks around them. "Given I didn't ask for most of them."

She breathes a sigh of fascination, looking around avidly. On the one hand, it's a little unsettling, this scent of paper and cool quiet. A bit too much like the Vault. On the other hand...books. The vastness of knowledge here is incredible. Miss Giddy would have loved a place like this.

"...tentacles?" It's a delayed response, and she gives Samus a quizzical look. "I'll keep that in mind."

She accepts the book gratefully, pausing to study the pictures of some of the wildlife on the jacket. "Yes. I'll read this. I don't think I've seen any bird for ages, other than vultures and crows. I suppose they must be eating something, but animals are few and far between."