Llewellyn had been about to respond, deciding an introduction was in order, when the Directory answered him first. Priorities (and the fact that it had successfully derailed his train of thought) meant that he shifted his focus to that first. He cast a sidelong glance at Jagger with a wry smile. “It certainly seems like it as an uh— personality.”

One that seemed picky and prone to messing with those who asked it questions. Maybe it was bored, or maybe that’s just how it was. Addressing it again, he gestured a little as he spoke. “Can we have them, please?” He’d noticed that it seemed to give people what they were looking for, rather than send them in a direction.

Which the detective couldn’t help but question, but knew it could easily be chalked up to ‘magic’ or perhaps ‘weirdly futuristic technology’ if there were a mechanism for pulling books off shelves and shooting them through something to the directory itself. He wasn’t sure how that would work, but Llewellyn had a feeling his colleague Murdoch would have proposed that as an excuse over magic, anyway.

Question asked, he seemed to refocus on Jagger’s statement from earlier. “Oh— and I am new, yes. Arrived a few days ago?” Almost belatedly, he held out his hand to offer to shake in introduction. “I’m Llewellyn Watts-Maresh, and you are?”