"I love machines." Abbie said, sounding rather blissful as she leaned back over and started fitting pieces again. The floor around her was still covered with Copy Machine Innards, but she was getting there. "You don't look very much like a librarian." she added, conversationally. Or... at all, really. "Are librarians a lot cooler in Ireland?" She was guessing Irish. His accent sounded pretty damn Irish to her, not that she was an expert. She liked to think she was, though. A few years of drama would do that to a person. Or at least, a person like Abbie.