Andrew hisses and rubs his head. Aaand she's laughing at him, he can tell. He's at least looking the right way to see the next book, and at least it doesn't come flying into his corridor and hit him. Realizing she's already had his idea ahead of him, he resigns himself to duplicating her efforts and starts climbing.

"That wasn't funny," he informs her as he nears the top, getting his eyes above the lip of the shelf.