Raleigh lingers in the library as well, once he realizes what's going on there. It's his main haunt besides the gym anyway -- at home, before being called back for Pitfall, he'd buried himself in this kind of thing. Language study, music, whatever was on tv, yes. But also books. Whatever he could get his hands on, while working on the wall. He'd devour them, lying awake listening to audiobooks or just turning pages by lamplight all through the night, losing himself in a story instead of his nightmares. He'd never really read poetry for leisure unless it was all he could get, and finds that it's nicer to listen to than it is to read. There's a rhythm, not something you can get lost in but just right for something like this.

As he scans the small group gathered there as he lingers at the back of the room to listen, too, and spots someone interesting. A familiar face, you could say, that he's been curious about since Mako mentioned its existence. How they haven't crossed paths yet is a testament to his failure at socializing, for all the strikes he's made.

When it seems there's a break in the readings, no one standing before them at the moment, he approaches curiously. There are plenty of seats near the other man, but Raleigh hesitates before sitting in one. Glances at it as if asking permission to join first.

"Garion, I take it?"