Her scoff of outrage is powerful enough that it's a small miracle she doesn't break something. The boning in her bodice, for example. It pairs well with the red in her face, flustered now on top of out of breath.

(Welcome to Riftwatch, Seifer. You have found the young lady most susceptible to teasing.)

"If you know so much about the topic, then I hardly see why you've surrounded yourself with every book in the Gallows library." Here, she does successfully snatch the book off the table. She shoves it into the crook of her prosthetic elbow, stubbornly spurning the second slimmer volume he's offered.