"Certainly handy when you've been abducted to live in a mad city that suffers periodic monster attacks," he observes, mildly. "And when browsing a sometimes creatively organized bookshop as well. Are you reading for work or for pleasure?" Or both, he supposes.

She doesn't seem to be put off, and he's intrigued enough to bother with chit-chat when he usually wouldn't. Not unless he was hunting, but he isn't at the moment. (He wonders if she'd put up an interesting chase, though, the way sometimes one wonders whether a stranger would be good in bed.)