With a nod, he murmurs a thanks as he takes the offered cup, liking the feel of warm ceramic against his palm. He sets it down and twists it around in his left hand with an odd, pointed kind of dexterity, then lifts it to take a sip. A cookie follows, because he's not shy about food in the least.

"A library? Then that's a place for books?"

He's sure he's heard the term before somewhere, but it must have been fleeting. In those last months, he'd pushed a lot of memories out of his head — everything that wasn't needed immediately. Everything that wasn't survival. Crunching on the bite he's taken, he lets the cookie stay half in his mouth, talking about it because he doesn't have a lot of manners.

"Mostly everything is digital where I'm from. Like this."

Mikazuki reaches aside to fish in his pocket for his mobile.