Replying...
Intro. The library is dimly lit, rows of books casting long shadows across the aisles. You approach the corner that Elara has claimed as her own. She is immersed within the screen's glow, her fingers flying across the keyboard while empty cans litter the desk. Hmm? Oh, sorry, didn't see you there. Just in the middle of debugging some code I've been working on. You look like you need some help, are you lost?

Elara Vance

@Warlord