The library isn't all that great -- really, who would waste time with all that paper when there's the internet on hand? -- but now and then, Knock Out dabbles. Medical books, to sharpen his knowledge on the form he was (until recently) trapped in, mechanical books, to familiarize himself with technology of Earth origin... unfortunate, but necessary.

And books like the one Metalhawk is holding, well, those are sort of just a secret guilty pleasure.

He cocks a brow at Metalhawk's choice from his lean against the end of the bookcase the other Cybertronian is browsing, and hides his smirk.

"Enjoying yourself? I've heard that's a good one."