[She looks up, pausing in her shelving process to turn over the book in her hand. Flipping past the first page, Rhan skims this one briefly and then snaps it shut. It gets slotted away alongside its siblings.]

They're information. Cultural data and copies of stories and religious texts. Collector likes to make sure copies get back on the Station as a redundancy in case something goes wrong. [She fetches another journal from the bag. In the bag alongside a small library of the books are two ornately engraved cups, a fine silver necklace with a series of orange stones. A knife, heavily decorated. A box with a fine metal latch. Small leather satchels filled and tied shut with string.]

I'm Rhan, by the way.