I am. [ Once they enter the library and Wen Qing catches sight of Nami's face and her distinctive red hair, she relaxes. At least this is someone familiar, one of her newer companions. ] Nami, was it? [ But of course it was, Wen Qing wouldn't forget that.

The library is at least unguarded and safe, and she can't hear any footsteps approaching, so Wen Qing looks through some of the books near the desk Nami is searching, all neatly organized, pausing every now and then to riffle through one if it seems interesting. ] We should. It would be much more efficient, especially with those mice of yours.

[ Wen Qing smiles at her, a rare, indulgent smile, and pretends she didn't see anything go into Nami's bag. She also slides a few more things— a small wooden tray and a box with ink sticks— her way. Just in case. She smirks, then makes a face as she flips through another book, a pamphlet falling out; it's crude pornography. Wen Qing picks it up. ]

I believe, Madame, they open it for the right sort of guests. [ She shoves the pamphlet back into the book, then reshelves the book. ] Or else we continue sneaking. I have no idea where he's staying, but it's not that large of a house. We can find him.