Joe put his game face on and made a beeline towards the front desk. Sitting there was a rather poor specimen of a librarian. Older, pulled back military hair, and lip wrinkles that looked like stitches, all complimented by a horrid shade of lipstick that would probably be called something like Love Me Lilac. However, Joe was not deterred. He rested an elbow on the front desk and kind of flipped back his hair. "Hello, ma'am," he said, sort of projecting his voice. "I'm looking for a... book." Oh shit, he was blanking. He had no idea what book he was supposed to be looking for.<br/><br/>The librarian looked up at him briefly and then went back to her computer, where she was typing importantly. Joe nervously eyed Salem and watched him open the CD drive, where there was no disks. Shit, shit, shit. He turned back to the librarian to ask her something, when she slowly stood and brushed off her skirt and turned towards Salem. "Mr. Redgrave, I believe we founding something of yours and your friend's here last night. Why don't you come over here so I can give them to you?" she called, and then sat down again.<br/><br/>Joe bit his lip and looked down. There was a chance that she didn't know it was spyware. The librarian looked as though she could be anywhere from 60 to 90, it was possible she didn't even know what a computer was. He turned around to face the rest of the library to see Aamu precariously perched on a bookshelf, her form spilling over the top. She made a kind of hand motion to indicate that she was about to knock the adjacent bookshelf over. Joe shook his head desperately, which earned him a weird look from the librarian. Aamu withdrew her hand and shrugged. Joe sighed.