The librarian is more than happy to point Ianto in the direction of Dahlia, who was holed up in her usual reading nook in the Greymare Library. A blonde, with wavy locks draped over her face and shoulders as she had her nose buried deep in a book. A notebook sat on the arm of the sofa, and on the cushions beside her was an impressive stack of non-fiction books. She had assumed a rather comfortable position, curled up against the arm of the chair, her shoes kicked off onto the floor as if she was in her own home.

"She practically lives here after work," the librarian pointed out. "She's typically either in town hall or right in that spot."