As long as the portal magic is maintained has a sort of ominousness to it, but Palamedes knows that no system is perfect. "Well, you've officially made me wish for an access to portal magic," he says with a grin. "Being a space station, the Library has some inherent storage limits, and regardless of what some people might think, we really cannot encroach further on residential quarters. Emperor's bones, it would save me a headache if I could move some of the collections off-site."

Technically, it's no longer his headache, not in this universe or the one he left behind, but that's not something Pal has quite allowed himself to comprehend.