Persephone Dashiell
It's Called Fashion Sweetie
Persephone rolled her eyes at the comment,

Either way, she was going to take the book.
"Bless you." Persephone called out as he sneezed. Who knew what he was doing over across the massive shelves. She had heard some rustling but suspected it was Iko being Iko.
Picking up a few more items, she stopped to listen. Nothing. Well, scurrying of rodents. Yet she didn't trust the silence. This was the surface level. Persie suspected if they went deeper who knew what they would find. She had plans to look around more, just after this. Grabbing a datastick on the ground, she circled backed to the spot where the items would be dumped.
Carefully placing her items on the floor, she stopped to brush dust off her clothing. Getting dirty was still an issue for her, despite slowly improving on that front over the years.