Rem browses her side of shelves, leaning down to peer at a row of books whose authors all begin with the letter L. With a library this large, there are multiple authors with the last of London. If this 'London' is a person, then her companion might not have the easiest time narrowing down which one it is.

She happens to be opening a novel written by one 'Juila London' when the young man speaks up. "Oh...?" Straightening, she closes the book. Tucking it into her arm, and turns to face him--

Ah. That expression doesn't seem like he's found anything useful.