"The pleasure is mine," Julian replies, sounding very much as if he means it. He is, in fact, quite genuinely happy to have company in this strange place. He sets Agamede on the floor and peers out one of the nearby windows of the library, overlooking a stately, green campus. "I imagine only a night will pass back in my quarters while I sleep. How long do we stay here, in this time? A day? A week?" This question is more to himself than to Gus, and he shakes his head.

"I was thinking outdoors. The courtyard and quad looks so cheery from here, and it's not as if I have much of a chance to spend outdoors... normally," he adds, wondering if perhaps this isn't a dream, he should be following first contact rules and possibly shouldn't have been talking about space so much. Too late now, anyhow, and Gus hasn't seemed overly bothered. Then again, Gus seems to have a calm demeanor in general. "As amazing as this old library is, and truly I could spend eons reading all these volumes, I think some fresh air might do me some good. If I can find my way out." Agamede picks a direction and begins to trot forward in what Julian hopes is towards a door.