[Nearby, a scrawny figure of sloping posture and understated dress is just emerging from one of the enclosed study rooms, crutch under one lean arm and book in one pale hand. There's an air of acceptance, rather than dismissal, in the way he waves off her guilty look.]
We've had worse outbursts in here, believe me.
[Mildly spoken as he moves toward the nearby return cart, a quiet metallic tap with every other stride.]
library;
We've had worse outbursts in here, believe me.
[Mildly spoken as he moves toward the nearby return cart, a quiet metallic tap with every other stride.]