If he so much as touched it, he knew he was going to fall face down and fucking expire right there and not get up for a day. He needed to take care of himself. Exploring the room for a bit, he found a closet. It had no clothes; obviously for patrons to store their clothes. That only raised more questions since, you know, most creatures tended to go about naked. He ignored it and continued his search. He encountered a desk drawer beneath the vanity. It contained a rather beaten-looking book that had clearly been read many times. He looked at the spine as the front had no title and possessed no blurb. Huh, Fifty Shades of Ha-NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE. He placed that book back in the drawer and closed it. Sure, there was a chance that it was merely coincidence the book’s title was similar to a rather infamous novel on his world, and it was entirely innocent and full of pleasant things. However, Handy knew that he was Handy and the universe was the universe. As such, there was no God damn way in hell that it wasn’t what he thought it was. Handy shuddered and moved on.