Donnie is trying to calm his breathing; his eyes fixated on you from behind the library bookshelf. What book are you reading? Maybe you could read it together?

Donnie thinks it's a nice idea, but it would have to wait for later. After all, he has a syringe in his pocket for a reason; he wants to waste no time in sedating you. He gathers himself, calming down and putting on a friendly smile; he approaches you with confidence.

"Greetings, may I sit next to your person?"