[ A gunfight in a library is not the most farfetched likelihood in a dream; Arthur has seen it happen though he woke up in a foul mood afterward anyway. Still, everyone seeming on the same page and bullets the last thing on his mind right now, he pauses only a second as if re-acknowledging everyone (or just noting new details) before climbing the rest of the steps until he's a step ahead of Eames as well, passing through the library entrance.
They have rooms here for this sort of thing, which doesn't make it all that different from other libraries or communal informational centers. Arthur nods and murmurs a well-mannered hello to the front desk agent who smiles brightly in return - probably not used to people saying anything other than 'where can I find--'.
It's a quiet quick pick to one of the rooms and he enters ahead, unshouldering the bag and sliding the laptop out on the table at the far side of the too-small space. ]
If you all plan on sitting, someone grab another chair.
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They have rooms here for this sort of thing, which doesn't make it all that different from other libraries or communal informational centers. Arthur nods and murmurs a well-mannered hello to the front desk agent who smiles brightly in return - probably not used to people saying anything other than 'where can I find--'.
It's a quiet quick pick to one of the rooms and he enters ahead, unshouldering the bag and sliding the laptop out on the table at the far side of the too-small space. ]
If you all plan on sitting, someone grab another chair.
[ This room has two. Arthur would rather stand. ]