He straightened the duster of his white trench coat and played with the ends of his blue scarf.

"How long are you gonna look at the SAME book?"

"Until I get the information I want."

"Wait." He cocked his head sideways, bird-like, "So this is the book you wanted?"

"Yes." She didn’t bother looking up. Wasn’t that obvious? I’ve only had this one for the last hour.