“Maybe,” said Tali, nodding. “It’s easy to lose track of time when you can’t see the outside. Don’t know if that’s on purpose or whether he just kept stocking up and making the shelves go higher and higher. Sooner or later it’ll reach the ceiling and you’d have to blast your way out.”
His face suddenly turned serious. “Though it better not come to that. Damaging books is criminal. Oh, this way,” he gestured.