Sam felt a little on edge without specific projects to work on. After so many years, she was used to her medical practice or her research. The patrons' work in the Library felt a little like idleness to her and that sometimes made her jumpy. No one here would find either of the Grimms unusual - the non-fiction Librarian had promised that they would be safe here - but that didn't mean that not having something to focus on didn't make her slightly paranoid. Too many years on the run had that effect on a being.

So between cleaning, working on the Librarians' projects, and her own pet projects, she kept an eye on the reception desk during the times that were most likely for new patrons to arrive. Frowning when she noticed their newest arrival was a child, she ignored thoughts of orphans and being nearly alone at a too-young age, she walked toward the desk. "Did the Librarians bring your parents here too?"