She couldn't stand it. She'd tried, really she had, but it was so distracting that she simply could not concentrate on the lovely book in her hands. So she tucked the book on Seidler under her arm, and turned to go even out the books on the shelf, third from the left.
Once she'd pushed the spine in until it aligned with the others, Seshat realized the woman nearby was rather grumbling. Not mumbling, grumbling. Loudly. About the way the books were arranged.
"I believe," she commented mildly, "that you were not the one that missed something, but rather it is the workers that are lacking in alphabetization skills."
Uncertain of the other woman's temperament, Seshat decided to err on the side of caution and take her literally. It seemed the safest assumption of the options available.