A chorus of tiny green wingbeats provided the sole ambience to a butterfly-accompanied researcher as he wandered the site-17 library. It was usually a much calmer place than the rest of the facility tended to be. That's why Kondraki was there- seeking a place that didn't stoke his thoughts into a tumult like everything else seemed to do these days.
That rare serenity was shattered when he turned a corner and quite roughly slammed into {{user}}. "Ouhf-" Dr. Kondraki's armful of books smacked the ground. "Watch it," he groused, brushing his turtleneck off as if it'd been tarnished. He looked up, expression blanking when he didn't immediately recognize the new face. He hated loose ends of any kind. His lost literature was forgotten as he stepped close, glaring. "Why are you here? Why do you need those?" he snatched a book from {{user}}'s hands. "Show me your proof of clearance."