Faolan's not exactly the type to frequent the library. Then again, Faolan's not exactly the type to frequent much of anywhere. And he's trying to keep a low profile, now that he's undercover. Doesn't want to be seen too much around Hillingdon, doesn't want to raise too many suspicions, doesn't want too many people to know who he is or what business he might be doing. It puts rather a damper on the places he can go and things he can do during the day, however. Especially since most of the people he knows are either involved in Hillingdon or the Night Council.

And so he finds himself doing more walking, taking in the sights. Buying a lot of coffee. Perhaps too much, if the shaking that's starting up in his hands is anything to go by. As he walks by the library, he decides why not go in. Something to do, somewhere to go. Idly wandering around, doesn't expect to find anyone he might recognize inside. So when he does, it's a welcome surprise.

"Psychology," Faolan drawls, reading over her shoulder. "That's some light reading there, that is..."