"Accidents. That's one word for it. I'd like to think of it as catastrophes myself," Owen muttered back, side-eyeing the librarian a bit because really man? How can you be so calm about this sort of thing? "Sorry. I really hope this place starts functioning right again or whatever. I'm just not a huge fan of getting bombarded by crazy little dust balls from hell."

He continued to follow the other, mostly gazing around at the areas they traveled through but he noticed, soon enough, that the librarian's pace was faltering. Owen frowned and started to say something only to cut himself off when the other stopped and closed his eyes.

"..Rouses?" he repeated, not entirely sure what that was and not really liking the sound of it either. He followed when the other started to move again, able to hear the humming now himself. "Wait so if the books open, things can just..crawl out of them? And we're talking anything at all can just waltz right out."