[She scuttles through the library with particular, albeit indecipherable, drive. She darts through the stacks like she is hiding from something, eyes darting back and forth, hugging the cover of the shelves. She pries out books and rifles through them with slapdash, agitated speed, leaves them with hisses of frustration.
She does not treat them roughly, replaces them carefully exactly as they were. She avoids the most open areas, wanders through the more remote study rooms and obscure corridors, finds books in futhark and arabic mathematical treatises. Sometimes she will carry one with her, like a talisman, against her heart, and not open it. Sometimes she will huddle in a corner, gnawing on a protein bar, twitching her nose. If you startle her, she might cheep like a mouse, or freeze, or punch you.]
Library
She does not treat them roughly, replaces them carefully exactly as they were. She avoids the most open areas, wanders through the more remote study rooms and obscure corridors, finds books in futhark and arabic mathematical treatises. Sometimes she will carry one with her, like a talisman, against her heart, and not open it. Sometimes she will huddle in a corner, gnawing on a protein bar, twitching her nose. If you startle her, she might cheep like a mouse, or freeze, or punch you.]