There's a coffee shop next door that keeps the same odd hours as the library, so you walk over.
You feel eyes watching as you enter, but don't know if it's your virality or the pajamas.
The barista does not appear to recognize you, but is too cool to react if he did. He has many well-placed piercings and tattoos and rivals the librarian for hotness.
Joan explains your quest. He checks his phone and shakes his head. "I can ask around, though," he offers.
You order drinks while you wait.