He nodded. "It is. Caleb Warrington." He shuffled several of the books back onto the shelf. He watched her from the corner of his eye. Even with as little contact as he had had with the woman, he could tell something was off about her. She looked tired, but that could just be the increase of work loads caused by all of the Ministry's new proclamations.
"Looking for something to read?"
Oh, good going, Warrington. Could you ask a more obvious question?