Right, Toki. Subject, author, year published, blahblah who cares.

[Nathan is finding Eleven a little weird, but he brushes it off. He lives with weirder junk, so he can... tolerate it he guesses.]

Anyway, uh... yeah.

[Whatever, he stomps in like a force of nature. This library will be wrecked or something, but first his immediate response is indeed to groan loudly.]

Ughhhhhhh. This place needs fucking elevators! ...Or if it has them, elevators where- where I know. Where they are.