One could say he was studying up on applicable reference material. He'd chosen some no-name, low-budget apocalypse B movie to set the mood, and he glanced away from the scene--a shrieking girl getting stabbed with a screwdriver--to tip his head over the back of the chair and give his guest an upside-down look.

"Hi."

Sure, the library wouldn't be safe forever, and people-shaped danger was always capable of finding its way inside along with the roots, but he had no intention of falling to either side of the fight. Even to someone with a giant sword in their hand.

His greeting was greased with a hang-loose easiness. Acting came much easier to him than it did to his Real. Adam couldn't have played off the shadows under his eyes or his overall ill-looking appearance very well, but he could. Maybe he was a threat, sitting there like nothing was amiss in the world, maybe he wasn't, but he wasn't a target.

"Ah well, they're only plants." He popped up popcorn into his mouth. "What can they really do that a good bushwhacking won't fix, right? But you look like you're on the hunt for trouble."