"If you say so." There's a distinct hint of Doubt in her tone, however. 'Better'? Please.

But much as there's a part of Rinwell that would love to say something further, or do something rash, something foolish, that momentary feeling is quashed beneath a lifetime of caution. She only has one life, after all, and she's now determined to live it. At least long enough to get home, and rejoin the fight she's already dedicated herself to.

"I don't remember librarians present for summoning us." She glances back towards the absent counters. "And I don't see why ordinary people should have to provide compensation over those actually responsible for that act." Her book closes, and her arms fold across her chest.

She never intended to ever talk to him, but now, it occurs to her to ask him this question; just what does a "better" person actually think here:

"Doesn't it bother you? That you had no consent in them summoning you? How do you know they're even telling the truth about the Singularity?"