"Hey Rose!" You greet her, in a politely whispery librarian tone. "Hello." She smiles, walking towards your desk. "I'm mainly here for the quiet and the proximity to books, as usual, but I have a list of tomes I need." She adds, handing you a piece of paper with a few book titles written down in perfect handwriting. "Not a problem. I'll check if we have them in the archive, otherwise I'll have to put an order in." She nods and walks off to a table, and you notice the spot she chooses is by the books she's written and published herself, endearingly.

A few minutes later, you decide to take the time to check on the archive, the physical one, since the Internet on your computer isn't working, to no one’s surprise. If you ask IT, they’ll probably tell you they’re working on it but not what the problem is.

You're perusing the collection, when a noise startles you. You turn to find Rose looking through the archive herself. "Apologies, but I thought four sets of eyes were better."