[ Somehow outright stealing hadn't occurred to him. Harold isn't too precious and law-abiding for it under the circumstances -- is it stealing if it's taking from their captors, he wonders sarcastically to himself -- but his reflex and default is always to do things legitimately, at least on the surface. At home he might have a fake identity and mysteriously acquired wealth farmed from unscrupulous blockchain investors and use that to buy something, but he wouldn't outright steal it.

He blinks at her. ]

A solution I had not thought of, [ he says ruefully. ] The bots might help us in the effort, in fact. They seem interested in accommodating us.

Though -- I would not like to advertise our residence at the library. We're both normally very private people.