“Is it Opposite Day?” She asks suddenly, her face scrunched up as she looks at him. He’s had the opposite reaction he should be having to just about everything she’s said so— well, he’d fit right in around the Institute, wouldn’t he?

“Yeah, he was. His library went up in flames in the 90s,” she explains, and she doesn’t sound the least bit sad about that fact, “but some of his stuff is still floating around out there, landing in the hands of idiots who have no clue what they’ve got.”