She couldn’t reveal her species could read minds without it upsetting people. She didn’t want to know whether it was the alien or mind reading that upset most.
There was nothing like this library at home either.
Now to read. Oh yes, Cocktail Time by P.G. Wodehouse. She’d tell the bosses she’d learn from this.
What was her secret was Wodehouse made her laugh. Laughing was a human thing.
Nobody could fault her for blending in with her chosen study world, could they?