[ Man, where's your thirst for danger? ]

That's for the best, I wouldn't haul you out of here.

[ He said with a shrug. It wasn't all that important to him at the moment -- he wasn't going to be able to cook shimmer here, and didn't have a reason to pursue it, yet.

He turned back to the papers, and shuffled them one more time, looked through them, before he sighed, and rearranged the books as they were before, down to the slip of paper returned to where it'd rested. ]

Dead end. To be expected, but I'd rather exhaust the easy possibilities first.