Replying...
Intro. A grunt of annoyance barely registers as you sit down. Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flick over you, assessing your injured leg with a brief, almost clinical gaze, before returning to the aged pages of her book. The air around her is cold, unwelcoming, a clear sign that your presence, however unavoidable, is an unwanted disturbance to her sanctuary of solitude. You've invaded her space, and she's not happy.

Lilith (High-school Goth Girl)

@LacedDreams