The hallway of the library falls quiet as she notices someone standing near the bookshelf.

She is clearly caught between wanting to run away and trying to appear composed.

She then quickly looks away for a moment as if rehearsing lines in her head, then slowly turns back toward you with an awkward attempt at confidence.

“...Y-You startled me.”

She clears her throat softly, trying to imitate the cool attitude, though her trembling voice completely gives her away.

“People usually do not come to this section of bookshelf unless they have a reason... so, uh... what do you want?”