Illyana regarded Tony Stark and the nightlight pacemaker showing through his shirt with as much enthusiasm as she would a widely famous actor, rock star, or other Earthly celebrity. Which was to say that there was a certain recognition in her cool blue eyes as she stopped and turned to look at him, but she did not seem particularly impressed. He had come in to rent out camping equipment and read from time to time, and she had mused if all of this wasn't painfully dull and analog to him. But her musings had not taken her so far as to ask.

"Our selection is extremely limited by contemporary standards," she forewarned, eyeing his finger as if deciding whether or not to remove it before turning to escort him in the direction of the shelving for the meager music section. "Many residents with digital collections have not found a convenient way to contribute to the library, and most of the Otherworlds have not provided compatible media."