All right, this conversation had just turned to bizarre. "It's a machine?" he hazarded. "They do that."
Cath nodded as if he understood anything she'd just said. He knew what a short was. He was a good enough electrician to make crude bombs and take out low grade security systems. Copiers were a bit beyond him, though.
"I'm the librarian," he told her. "I'm supposed to be here. No worries on the noise. I didn't notice you until just now. Nose stuck in a book and all."