Jackie didn't even glance up as Nero entered the book store. From the reek of demons hanging around him and the way he moved, it was obvious who he was. At least to Jack. "The Exalted?" She mused aloud, raising her free hand and running her thumb and forefinger along the brim of her bowler. A few long moments of silence passed, and Jack shattered it by suddenly snapping her book shut. She lobbed the leather-bound volume at Nero underhand. It had no title, no table of contents, and was written entirely in Latin.<br/><br/>"As it 'appens, there was a passage written about them in one of the books I was readin' the other day. But it was only a passage, nothin' more. An' that's the only time in any one of me books I seen 'em mentioned." She tilted her chin up and pushed up the brim of her bowler, then thumbed over her shoulder at the massive library of books behind her. "It's 'Angelus Libri', if I do recall. Second floor, third case on the left, bottom shelf, fifth book over from the right."<br/><br/>The young woman pursed her lips and wagged her finger at Nero in a 'tsk tsk' gesture. "What's got you so bloomin' interested in readin' all of a sudden? Usually you lot don't bother with no researchin'. Jes' pop off and start slicin' people to bits, usually. These 'Exalted' blokes really so hard to find? You'd think you'd be able to track down people wot broke in and stole some of the most powerful weapons on the bleedin' planet. Another thing.." She paused, briefly.<br/><br/>Jack pulled out her umbrella from behind the counter and pointed it at Nero, lightly prodding him with the tip of it. "You smell like a bloody tire fire. You been fightin' demons in my London? What kind of daft fool are ye? You could be draggin' 'em right back to me shop as we speak! Goin' waltzin' around like that."