"Devin," he supplies promptly. This gem is undoubtedly older than him, but he has a poor track record with nicknames.

"It takes time to build a reputation here," Devin acknowledges, checking the numbered signs on the shelves as they get closer. "And we don't always stick around long enough to suffice. Fortunately, one of academia's best qualities is the insistence on preserving and sharing knowledge. Here."

He indicates down one of the long rows and then does something slightly odd. Rather than checking numbers, Devin brushes his fingers along the spines of the books until he finds what he's looking for several yards in. "Most of the rest of this row is related to the planes," Devin elaborates with both amusement and fondness, pulling a moderately thick tome from the shelf. "So information shouldn't be in short supply."