Lucky for Lambert, really, because nah, he's really not into looking at weird pictures when any time a librarian could come look right over his shoulder.

"Hold on," he mutters back. The tickle of ears against his chin -- something that makes his skin instinctively goosepimple and leaves him fighting the urge to jerk away -- does inspire him to look up something else: white bat, yellow nose.

There. Now that's something marginally useful.

"Looks like you're a Honduran bat. Just a really big one." He squints. "...you aren't from Honduras, are you?" #Logic at work.