"It's frustrating." Flynn clenched his hands. "We've been dropped into a Library where we can't read the books because we can't tell which are dangerous. Which, fine," he went on, pacing as he got into his stride with his rant, "I understand dangerous books, but they need cataloging properly. And have you seen the books?" He stopped and looked at Trunks. "They have books on Pre-Babylonian pottery and post World War II town planning and sword fighting techniques in Renaissance Italy." He threw his hands up. "What are we supposed to do, pretend they're not there?"