"Hm. Spaceships and space battles." It wasn't his normal type, no, but he was sure there would be something. He chewed on his lip as he walked along the shelves. "Oh, here's something," he said, pulling down an old, battered book. "Anne McCaffrey, The Ship Who Sang. I can't recall if there are space battles but there are certainly spaceships, ones who can talk, even." He smiled and handed it over. "You might enjoy it."