There's a simple kind of pleasure to be derived in egging Nate on - suggesting an avenue and then loosing him down it. It means he doesn't have to think about much except to follow what's coming out of Nate's mouth and right now, that's exactly what Charlie wants to be doing. "Street of Gods. Right. I'll mark it on my to-do list, mate."

The library, when it comes into view, is kind of painfully obvious - looks exactly like the sort of building that ought to be housing a bunch of books or data files or whatever they've got their information on. God only knows (though Charlie's secretly hoping it's the former; he's had enough with diamond drives and all that rubbish).

"Makes sense. Still a bit of a let down, yeah?"