[Vianca held no visible reaction to the touch, but inside she faltered just a moment. The feeling pass and she turned back to the other books, picking out a few to reshelf at her level. She was silent for a short while after the question as she turned her head to look this way and that, as if she were looking for someone. Or something.]

... I have an assisstant.

[It was a very short, blunt statement. Vianca placed a book where it belonged.]

He has no hands.