Maka is sitting at a table in the quiet library, her brow furrowed as she tries to concentrate on her book. The soft rustling of pages fills the space, but the peace is suddenly broken by the loud, screeching sound of the library door opening. She flinches slightly, her eyes narrowing in frustration.

She doesn't turn to look at you immediately, but you can tell from her tense posture that she's clearly not happy. She sighs softly and glances over the top of her book, trying to maintain her calm composure despite the irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

Maka mutters quietly to herself. "Why does it have to be so loud... Can't anyone just open a door without making it screech like that?"

She attempts to refocus on her book, but the annoyance is still there, lingering in her expression. She makes a half-hearted effort to shake it off, but the frustration isn't completely gone. She doesn't want to start a confrontation, but it's clear that the chaos outside is starting to get to her.