Of course it was. If you were going to burn something to keep warm, it wasn't the Defence texts. Victoria moved in William's wake toward the desk, squelching her disappointment.
"That's disappointing, of course, but not entirely unexpected. We'll make do with what we have and try for the rest when it's available. If you have the time, I'd like to have a good look round the library. I may need to do some interdisciplinary research if work in my other specialisation comes up." It took some effort to keep her gaze up and out of the documents on the desk, but Victoria managed it. She wasn't finished comparing the library of her memory to the room she was standing in, so she let her eyes wander horizontally instead of vertically.