[Not uncommon, transporting things by other means. Catching the book makes her wonder but she doesn't let her eyes stay there long. Still, she's drying off as she continues to look over things, unzipping her jacket just so she can let herself breathe a little. There's plaid under there (his shirt), and it may look familiar, considering the actual owner was wearing it just yesterday. It's better than nothing, and it's warm (not like anyone's paying attention to what Joel wears around here, anyway).
Fingers tracing the surface of the counter, she follows after the spine of a book, pulls it out and fingers through a few pages, eyes looking but hardly making sense of the words. It's when the voice comes from behind her that she stops in the middle of a page, lets her hand move to the bottom.]
Might've been, if I didn't get second place. [In a brisk manner, she closes the book and sets it back where she found it, turns to face the stranger with a slight smile, brow raised.] Find what you're lookin' for?
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Fingers tracing the surface of the counter, she follows after the spine of a book, pulls it out and fingers through a few pages, eyes looking but hardly making sense of the words. It's when the voice comes from behind her that she stops in the middle of a page, lets her hand move to the bottom.]
Might've been, if I didn't get second place. [In a brisk manner, she closes the book and sets it back where she found it, turns to face the stranger with a slight smile, brow raised.] Find what you're lookin' for?