[What she's expecting isn't much, maybe some monosyllabic show of disapproval, the odd and ambiguous grunt at her own antics. But that request? Definitely not. Sal raises her eyebrow, but doesn't immediately tease him for it.
No, she's firmly invested in finding out more about what he's doing here; not for any great purpose of course, save her own personal curiosity. So Sal turns her gaze down to the books again, shuffling through the nearest titles until she thinks she's found something of that type. It's a sentiment she can understand, anyway; craving some kind of freedom, a venture off into the unknown.]
Personally, I'd wear something a little less conspicuous to start off with. But, I guess this could do.
[She jokes, but Sal's taken the request seriously enough. She offers him up a small pile of books, watching to see if he'll take them and then...well, then what?]
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No, she's firmly invested in finding out more about what he's doing here; not for any great purpose of course, save her own personal curiosity. So Sal turns her gaze down to the books again, shuffling through the nearest titles until she thinks she's found something of that type. It's a sentiment she can understand, anyway; craving some kind of freedom, a venture off into the unknown.]
Personally, I'd wear something a little less conspicuous to start off with. But, I guess this could do.
[She jokes, but Sal's taken the request seriously enough. She offers him up a small pile of books, watching to see if he'll take them and then...well, then what?]