Well, even if she didn't work here, at least she could help, which was better than none. Michaela gave the Media and awkward smile and pulled the bag's strap off her shoulders, and she just let the item drop as she fiddled with her toy-pipe as if it was the real thing.
"Well, see, someone's just been bugging me on a blog. Anonymously." She scratched her head, trying to explain the situation as succinctly as possible. "And, well, I tracked it to this library...but they're all, for some reason, on different computers. I was wondering if you saw someone suspicious around these parts, maybe?"
It was an odd and random and kinda dumb situation, she knew, but she did want to know who the hell it was, because the situation got her mighty, mighty curious. "If it, err, helps, he kept talking about how faeries smelled good and that I should roll around in clover. Maybe you saw a guy with faerie wings that might fit the descript?"