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Today's a pretty loaded day for Claudia.
Granted, it's carrying a little less baggage than it used to, given that her brother's no longer stuck in an interdimensional space, but that doesn't change the fact that May 11th isn't one of her favorite days. It certainly doesn't help that it's also the day one of her favorite authors dropped dead.
Between the two, she can't think of a better place to be than Milliways, at least for a little while. So she's sprawled across her Cubefall chair (feet hanging off one arm, head sort-of propped against the other), reading a book.
(Hitchhiker's Guide, of course, but she found a nondescript book cover in her stuff to put on it. Just in case.)

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Urquhart is lounging on a nearby sofa, relaxed like a lazy predator, peering at her book.

She has a cover on it. Why shouldn't anybody see what she's reading? Is it salacious?

[[OOC: Just this very moment, the episode of Warehouse 13 in which Claudia is introduced is on the mun's TV!]]

More like - say for instance Arthur Dent walks in. Claudia figures the dude's got enough on his plate without finding out someone wrote a book that points and laughs at all the crap he's been through. (Ford or Trillian could possibly handle it; Zaphod doesn't need the encouragement.)
And while she's starting to get that 'someone is watching me' sensation, she's not looking around for the source just yet. Earth is about to be destroyed to make way for a hyperspace bypass, after all.

(OOC: Awesomeness!)

"Is the book any good?" Urquhart asks.

"One of my favorites. I just don't wanna give anyone an existential crisis by accident, and around here you never know."
After the whole 'Elrond walks in on Led Zeppelin's many odes to Lord of the Rings' incident, she's being a little more careful.

"By that token, you couldn't read or watch anything in here any more," Urquhart says. "Anything could be about anyone."

"Yeah, well." Claudia shrugs. "I'll figure it out eventually."
That or stop caring as much again.

"You can't read everything there is in every world," Urquhart points out.

"Very true. We do have one epic library at home, but I don't think it's multidimensional."

"Collecting books from other worlds," Urquhart muses. "Now, that would be a worthy pastime for a bored god, don't you think? The next time I meet one, I'll suggest it."

"Didn't think there were that many bored gods out there."
Really, wouldn't most of them be busy doing... you know, god stuff?

"Well, there's quite a number of gods in here," Urquhart says. "Don't know how bored they are, though. I'm told there used to be one who collected magic books from different worlds."

Claudia shrugs. "Guess you never know who needs a hobby."

"I think the library is still there," Urquhart muses.

She'll likely notice something dropping on her from above her chair, and onto her arm.

Well, two somethings.

When did it start raining #2 pencils?

"...Okay, that's a new one."
And then she looks up for the source of the pencils.

And up above her, seemingly oblivious to the fact he's got someone under his line of sight...

Is a 9 year-old boy perched with ease on the beam of one of the rafters. And pretty oblivious to the fact that he's got someone under his line of sight, if the large green 3 ring binder and textbook to his left are anything to go by.

"Hey, you know you're shedding pencils?"
Can't hurt to let the kid know, she figures.

"!!"

Can't hurt at all, seeing as Tyler's finally noticed her, and looking a little apologetic.

"Oops..sorry about that..."

"Not a problem. Just figured you should know about that."
Could poke someone's eye out with those things, and all that.

"I'm going to have to start wearing a dang pocket protector or something the way I keep losing pens and stuff over the edge..." Tyler peers down at the plain book cover.

"What're you reading?"

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