A library, but you're on the right track. [a bunker library.] We're doubly purposed: keeping the temperature controlled for the Archives, and keeping all of our air from getting out.

[And yet, the dust is everywhere. All those skin flakes and powdered bone bits... at least on the Sixth, there can only be so many sources of grime.

Palamedes glances up at the man's face- he was very absorbed watching his hands, actually? hm- and quirks a brief grin, raising an eyebrow. Committed nerd recognizes committed nerd, that's a welcome surprise. And here he heard there were just 'weirdos' around here, gosh...]

In that case, as we'll undoubtedly get an earful for something else, again— let's streamline. [he is getting up, putting his book in A Pocket Somewhere,] Show me how to take this thing apart.