Edward looks up from his own work. In the time it had taken her to do one shelf, he had done several. The man seemed to be able to know exactly where a book should go based on the title. Mostly because he did. The man's memory was truly staggering when it came to anything that he read, other things not so much. He looks over at Ruth's work and nods. "Yes, that's correct... Who are you? Why do you have a... Oh, you are that woman who was pregnant, when was that?" He frowns in thought. "I suppose it must have been at least a few days ago if you have a baby now." He says scratching his head.