Pleased with the voice that traveled to his ears, Silo quickly looked over, his eyes being greeted with the figure of a man. "You might. I'm looking for a book." He replied with a small shrug, his gaze a fairly curious one as he took in the man's appearance, and what he was wearing.<span style="font-style: italic">That's different.</span>He mused to himself, a brow just slightly raised for a brief moment. "An old book. Any old book." Silo added, his hands remaining in the pockets of his jacket as his surprisingly charming if not even<span style="font-style: italic">cute</span>with the near childish messiness of his hair, hung about in its unruly manner. He'd never been able to tame his hair. Usually, he allowed it to grow out when fall came around, then just as spring started, cut it all off to start over again, so as not to let it grow too long.<br/><br/>"I don't want to hold you up, though, if you're in any rush." Quickly adding this in fear of being a nuisance, he chewed at the inside of his cheek, a bad habit that he'd grown into. Often times he'd suddenly taste the iron of blood, and it'd take a minute to realize why.<br/><br/>This man seemed.. Different. Although his hearing wasn't so advanced as to hear a heartbeat within a room or even further, his natural, animalistic senses were usually enough to tip him off to things.