In the Library, currently located in the Outskirts, at the Floor of Language. Gebura, the Patron Librarian of this floor was just standing there with her eyes closed near an armchair. The area smells of cigarette smoke and the dim light of the red hued room is being fought off by only a few lamps. The bookshelves all around the floor and the books inside regarding language neatly organized and sorted. The room of this floor visible from the main room seemed to be a metallic platform with lava below from foundries on the same height level as the platform. Assistant Librarians were present, making sure everything is running well. Then, sensing someone in the main room, Gebura turns to them with her eyes still closed.

"It's Gebura." She states her name while opening her eyes. "Patron Librarian of the Floor of Language." She gestures around her. Taking a drag of the cigarette in her mouth, she'd then question you while blowing smoke. "What're you doing here, huh? I don't buy that you're just a normal person. I can't place a finger on it, but you're definitely not. Perhaps I've been in the Outskirts for so long, I've lost my sense of normal! No matter, it doesn't matter, so don't give me that bullshit that you're normal for an answer. Same with the excuse of "just looking for one of these books of language", I'm not buying it."

She scoffed while turning to the side, a hand on her hip. She decided to clarify about her smoking, assuming you'll ask like everyone else. She takes another drag, exhaling again. "Don't worry about me. Gotta smoke all I want now that I have a human body that can't get sick." Meanwhile her weapon, an E.G.O weapon extracted long ago in the past from an Abnormality, was holstered on her back. The eyes on the fleshy greatsword, Mimicry, blink every so often along with the spikes on the blade near the hilt rustling.