L glanced up from his place at a small study desk. He'd read The Brothers Karamazov many, many times, but it always calmed his nerves to read the original Russian, and fortunately Asgard had a copy.
"You must be Morana," he said, keeping his voice soft. No need to put the girl off right away... if she stammered so much in her journal entries, chances were that she was skittish and easily frightened. At any rate, she was punctual, and L liked that about her.
They were the only ones in the library. "Would you like some coffee?" L asked, standing and approaching the library's obligatory coffee machine. He was still living on nothing but coffee and sugar cubes, and the effects on his jittery hands and gaunt eyes were very noticeable.