With a name like... Warsman watches him uncertainly from behind his mask, breathing those soft, metallic little breaths of his while he tries to work out who the butt of that particular joke was supposed to be before deciding that he's being overly sensitive.

"It's... something you earn, I suppose," he answers, a fraction too late to really be worth saying, and just as Lyall starts to turn to boot. Very quickly indeed, he dives in to answer the more immediate question. "I wouldn't say so... I was only going to familiarise myself with the libraries. I didn't even realise there was more than one until the other day," he admits, following the man's step. "Of course, if you need help anywhere else around the house..."