The place had come to her attention fairly early, in part through simply reading about it and also careful observation. She had, admittedly, followed a few of the lower-level employees, in case surveillance constantly watched people higher up the food chain. Once she was certain the purpose of the place was as stated, she had made her approach directly.

The library was providing frankly too much in the way of materials - such a place might help her focus her study, hone her ideas. Being here gave her so very many ideas - and she was just beginning to tie those threads together. Granted, that went for everything in her head these days.

She had found an old standing desk, which suited her nature. And then she had started to request files. The older the better. She was currently making her way through a thick file when the knock came. She had dispensed with the cloak on her entrance - and had even hidden away her lightsaber since she would not need it. Nor would she relinquish it to any security people. But she still wore her usual leathers, though without the gloves. Nothing that could catch, in case something had to be done suddenly.

She turned when the knock came, folding her hands behind her back.

"More than adequately," she replies, calmly.