Malcolm had to admit, the inclusion of a library in the cave system did take him be delightful surprise. The most important thing for now, he figured, was to gather information the old fashioned way. Reading history. If nothing else, it would at least provide him with some entertainment, but hopefully he'd be able to understand this world--assuming the information was accurate. He couldn't be sure of that, but he'd roll with said assumption for now. And reading at the terminals meant he wasn't stuck in his quarters. Nice enough, he supposed, but something about it made him feel more trapped than anywhere else.