"Oh!" Lara had been absorbed enough in her minor dilemma that she hadn't registered someone walking close to her. If it had been an enemy, she'd be dead... but she was much less hair-trigger about that sort of thing than she'd used to be. In the long-ago days of two or three years ago, right after Yamatai and before (and during) her first stay at the Inn.

It was personal growth, sloppiness, or both. But it didn't matter really. "Yes, hold this for me." She offered the book down to the man, even waggled it a little to reinforce the you should take this from me. "It's best I use both my hands to get down."