Tobby blinked, and quirked a fine brow to Sasha, "Brought my daughter for story time." he supplied lightly, again resting the book on his lap. "You actually supposed to be working, or just hanging out?" he asked, his tone tinged with amusement. He set the book aside and sat up a bit, the shirt he wore was very thin, and seemed like it could fit at least one more person in it.