Given as how Petit only broke five foot six when she was wearing heels, staying down was easy enough, her brows arched at the spectacular clutter, though she followed in Sable's wake, brows arching even higher at the vault, "This is... well, I shouldn't be surprised, I suppose."
She kept her hands to herself, head tilted as she eyed bindings and spines, brow creased just slightly, dredging up an image in her mind of the last known appearance of the codex, just to see if it would draw the book out.