[Liara is sitting in the library with a few books in front of her, and a stack of papers. The quill in her hand was dry as she leafed through the book almost absently, occasionally muttering to herself. She doesn't even look up when he walks in, but does wave at some vague point across the room.]
There's a chair over there somewhere. Please feel free to pull it over.
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There's a chair over there somewhere. Please feel free to pull it over.