*Xan frowns, not being so friendly to Hugo as he is to her. She looks the man up and down, sensing something is off about him. She narrows her eyes as she notices the spikes just as they finish retracting, but her confused and concussed brain doesn't quite catch on to what they might mean*
Xan: Who you look for? What you look for?


*Iris kneels in the library, trying to see what of the burnt books can be salvaged*