[ A flash of surprise crosses Anca's face when someone actually responds to her; as is her habit, she's been talking mostly to herself. She's well accustomed to long hours alone with her studies, and sometimes she likes to liven up the atmosphere with a monologue, you know?

Wow, that sounds kind of sad, actually. Never mind. Conversation. ]

Well, I suppose. But then, so much is different across worlds. Perhaps each one is governed by its own laws of nature?

[ She ponders this for a second. It's certainly possible. That book that said the color yellow reduces inflammation is still probably bunk, though. ]

Oh— but I didn't mean to disturb you.

Are you... looking for something? In the library?

[ As if Anca is an expert in how this place is laid out... ]