Oof. Dimitri stifles a wince. Nothing to be done about that but to make sure his hands don't come anywhere near the hilt.

"You're out of luck, I'm afraid. Our Captain," the title dripping with distaste, "has a juvenile taste in literature. I can show you to the poetry section, if you like, but true nonfiction is limited to a few items belonging to individual passengers." Ah. Right. And -- Dimitri steps back to bow politely. "Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, at your service. Are you a recent arrival? I don't believe we've met."