Brodie smiled sadly at her. "Thanks, Syd. I can call you Syd, right?" Well if he couldn't, he'd just have to take it back.
Brodie tried to stretch out his legs, but although he was capable of doing it, he chose to remain with his knees against his chest. "Would you do that? Thanks so much."
He looked up at the shelves again, thinking. "I'll take 'Kafka on the shore' and 'After Dark' by Haruki Murakami, please." He smiled thankfully at Sydney.