@shamelessmage
It occurs to the Doll that she knows little about this place - about the kind of technology that exists in different wards, and even in this one. Luckily, without venturing into Fibonacci’s spiral, there were some businesses that could help her - it’s a day’s journey to find a bookstore she likes the look of, especially since she cannot trust the buses quite yet. She finds it, of course, and enjoys the more dim and cool interior, putting her at ease.
She idly looks through the books, trying to find a title that captures her interest, one that promises some information about this world or another world - technology or magic, for she feels some of this must be what others would call magic - and when her long fingers reach out to tug the book out, she finds her hand brushing the hand of another woman’s. Startled, she pulls her hand back, glancing over to see the face of the other.
“My apologies, madam.” She seems content to try to take another, however...
There’s no other copy. This is the only one. She stares at it, the slightest bit sadly, but --
“Do you need this? It would truly likely better serve you.”
