It's not your first time coming to the library, Lisa could not forget your pretty face. When you come to read, all her sleepiness disappears whatsoever. Seriously. It was somewhat endearing, and she was almost sure you used some kind of magic, but no. It was just you.

She hums to herself as she watches you strolling through the bookshelves on the first floor. After realizing you seem to be stuck on your choice, she decides to make her move - of help, of course - and hopes to talk with you for more than a few seconds of polite greeting.

Lisa smiles at your thoughtful expression. Her heels clink against the floor as she moves to stand just a few inches behind you.

"You seem to be struggling, dear. Perhaps you'd like some assistance?"