Anvar lurks behind one of the pillars in the records room, glaring at Kasivelieth's back. It takes him entirely by surprise when she turns and smiles at him. "Good afternoon." "Hrmph!" He scowls, flushes, and stalks forwards. "I found plenty of material," she says brightly, indicating the books laid out before her. "What did you really come here for?" he demands. "How did - what?" she stammers, suddenly flustered. "I - uh, what do you mean?"