Taking the files and searching through them briefly while listening to Salazar, he chuckled when the man insisted that he was again rambling. "I'll make sure to. Thank you," He stated, heading towards the nearest bookshelf that he figured he could start at. "No questions," Silo then answered, glancing back towards Salazar briefly before beginning to pull out varying books, sorting them by title, and making a separate pile for any that he found in another language. Just as Salazar had told him to do.<br/><br/>Silently he worked at a nice pace, making sure all the books were there, and making a mental note to himself when certain ones were missing. Diligently yet carefully he'd soon begun on another bookshelf, moving back and forth to continue the piles that were placed by title. Taking his jacket off by then and throwing it onto the chair where the book containing history on Vlad laid, Silo continued working. Surely he had never really enjoyed the job he'd taken up at a diner as a waiter, but with certain things, he didn't mind working. Sometimes, he even enjoyed it to different degrees. This was one of those times.