Kanji was taking a handkerchief from his pocket and tying it around the bottom half of his face.

"I ain't leavin' with a pound of dust in my lungs. I'm gonna clean these damn shelves as I go through 'em."

Bring it on, dusty part of the library. Smelled like static around here, that's for sure. But this was their only clue. But why was Kanji cleaning as he was searching...?