"On a roof," Xas says, with a flippant gesture. "I'd have invited you up, but I don't like to shout." He's starting to like this city - or at least pieces of it, and Benji is one of those pieces. Back home he probably would have moved on to a new city without ever noticing how interesting she was. He pulls the straps on his backpack to tighten it against his back, feathers compressing, and then puts his hands into his pockets and peers at her, with his few extra degrees of inhuman peripheral vision handling the path ahead. "Were they good books?"