Really she has nothing more racy than psychic phenomena on her mind. He's cute, sure, and there's a part of her that finds the sad story endearing. But they're on a mission, here. And it's not like she expects anyone to be looking at her that way-- Bill's concern, she figures, is entirely misplaced-- and thus doubly overstepping.

"You think you're funny?" Bill is saying, and she slides in between the two of them-- not that she's tall enough to block their line of sight. She shoots a withering you're not helping glare over her shoulder.

"He's joking." She doesn't add the obviously but the tone says it. "We're just looking at books, c'mon."

In the distance the librarian is stirring; Craiger is a sleepy little town more often than not, and the opportunity for a good shushing seems nigh.