She slowly made her way past the rows of shelves to the back of the room--rushing towards a possibly jumpy person in the dark seemed like a terrible idea, even for her. However, Heiji did not have a history of tossing knives at anyone so far as she knew so once she saw it was him (an easy enough feat since his lighter was the only source of light in the room) she relaxed, if only a little. The idea of a room filled with books as opposed to, say, spare Calhoun heads or powdered gruel mix was a nice bonus, to boot.

"Found the HVAC manual?" That book almost certainly wasn't it, but a girl could dream.