That'll do, direction-wise. If Patrice wants the usual, he can do that.

"Don't be weird," Des mutters, needling carefully, freeing his hands and starting over toward one of the shelves. "Havin' manners ain't weird." He reaches up, runs his fingers through the dust. "You don't just go rummaging around in people's stuff until they say so. Ain't you never been in somebody else's house?"