Rodya's head turned in the direction of the voice, his eyes wide with fear, paranoia digging it's claws in hard. The words made perfect sense, but his confusion muddled them and threw them around so that no real sense could be made of them.
Rodya tried to regain control of his breathing, a dark look crossing his features as he looked at the blonde stranger. "I am aware... that this is a library" he replied. "I see books, I see shelves which they are displayed upon... but I also see that there is more to my surroundings than simple appearances" he said bitterly. "This is not Saint Peterburgh. You, clearly, are not Russian" he said, pointing at him.
Even the strangers clothing had Rodya confused. Rodion himself was dressed in a long dark green coat, and simple clothing. A shirt, a waistcoat, and a pair of dark trousers. Old fashioned too, 1800's.
Rodion pointed up at the lightbulb, glancing up to make sure he was pointing at it before he looked to the stranger. "Explain that to me then... I have not seen such a thing in any library that I am aware of. Can you explain the smell in the air, can you explain... vibrations in the air? Tell me what sort of hell have I been brought to and by whom..." he demanded.