Owen had settled into library life pretty well. While he spent quite a bit of time wandering the fiction section he'd set up his homestead in non-fiction. It hadn't been that hard to set himself up a hammock between some of the shelves, using the empty spots in the shelves to store things until the books that belonged in them were found.

Roughing it. That's what he was doing and always had done.

It's in said hammock that the trainer can be found, lounging as he absently flips through a book on marine biology that he'd found. When he wasn't helping clear things, might as well learn some new stuff, right? And it's better than just doing nothing or thinking too much about home.

Turning the page, Owen pauses as he hears someone approaching, tucking something in between the pages to mark his spot before he's swinging himself out of his hammock. As he spots his visitor he can't help but grin, starting to say something only to stop as he realizes just what Kronos is holding.

Cue a stunned stare from the usually collected young man.