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Illyana wasn't a stranger to libraries. In fact, she had one in the Limbo palace that was so expansive as to put the Library of Congress to shame. That was private, though. Only select consorts or advisors were allowed in there. Even then, it was never when she was reading. She always maintained it was because every Queen deserved her privacy, but she'd really just never been able to focus with people in the room.
So it followed that she had never cared for public libraries. She was fine with the idea of them, but she could never read in them. There were rules against speaking, but they never enforced it past the stern warnings of the librarian themself. It wasn't like library cops patrolled the aisles. Nobody was working a literary beat to catch library noise criminals. And so disruptions were frequent enough that Illyana couldn't ever force herself into one. Until now.
Luckily, the denizens were eerily quiet. Though that may be owed to seeing her walk in. She'd swapped her uniform out for a leather jacket and jeans getup, but it didn't do much to make her less noticable. Illyana kept catching bears staring even after being sat off on her own reading for awhile. Irritating, but not enough to pry her away the texts. On the surface they were ordinary enough. Basic story structures, somewhat solid scientific research, even some arcane musings. But then it'd get hung up on swiss cheese in the middle of a text on dream magic. For several paragraphs it would describe swiss cheese with an obsession bordering on fetishizing... and then resume the normal subject matter. Odd.
Equally odd was a noise that she kept hearing. Loud clacking frome off behind her. Not an entirely unpleasant sound by itself, but aggravating when she was trying to read. Illyana attempted to ignore it, but failed. She tried again, still failed. Eventually she shoved her chair back with a loud shriek (eliciting a hissed warning from the librarian) and stood up. The clunky boots she had thrown on made yet more noise as she marched over to the source of the noise.
Hunched over the computer was possibly the most bookish looking man she'd seen in some time. Considering Illyana had met Hank McCoy pre-fur, that was saying something. He was wearing some strange lab coat... suit... thing, with a logo she didn't remotely recognize. None of that mattered though. He was disturbing her reading, intentionally or not.
"I know not who you are, but you are pressing those keys very. loudly." Illyana didn't consider if that was just the way the computers here were. She saw an inconvenience that needed remedying. "I don't know if libraries where you come from allow noise, but here it appears to follow the courtesy rule that quiet. is. better."