It just so happened that as Ishtar arrived to the first floor, the individual she was searching for swept into view from the stairwell. He'd been in the Library on the third floor for a few hours studying, and was headed back towards the lift with a thick book in one hand. There were pieces of additional paper, his notes for the day, sticking out of a few pages of it.

The fact that Ishtar was there didn't seem to provoke any reaction first off, though inside a familiar pang of angry, loathing feeling sunk in his gut.