Since his formal introduction to the TARDIS Souji had preferred the library to its seemingly innumerable alternatives. Primarily because the immense volume of metal used in the ship's construction alarmed him. 'What a waste of good steel', his mind moaned repeatedly while wandering corridors. In his country it was a precious commodity saved for expensive katanas. Being a master swordsman himself, he could not help but be disturbed--- though he knew now that in this otherworldly environment metal was common as bamboo. Although the materials used for books were strange and their contents even more foreign the library felt far more familiar to the young ronin. Saizo seemed to agree and was currently snoozing in his keeper's lap.
No one else was in the canyons of tomes at present. Souji had cleared himself a space on the floor of what he presumed to be a reading area. There were chairs but he ignored them in favor of kneeling by a cluttered table. One slender hand stroked the smooth flank of his slumbering piglet in time with the soft lullaby he was humming. When he heard the voice echoing through the library, however, he fell silent. Company! How delightful. There were never enough visitors in here (at least for his eager social sensibilities). "Yes! Hello!" Souji responded cheerfully, waving his free hand above his head like a flag. "PUCHEE!" Saizo added, though this was a protest at being woken.