( she really had meant the scurrying, skittering noise — because she doesn't hear the clunking until almost the point at which prompto chooses to speak up, and the sound of another voice almost startles her, where the scurrying had only been the sort of mild irritation that she could, essentially, ignore.
her own small lantern sits next to her while she reads, casting a greenish glow on everything around her. ) Oh, no, I meant— ( librarian? well, all right, she'll take that with the proverbial grain of salt and just move right along. ) Not you. The librarian, I guess. All those skittering noises? That's a librarian?
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her own small lantern sits next to her while she reads, casting a greenish glow on everything around her. ) Oh, no, I meant— ( librarian? well, all right, she'll take that with the proverbial grain of salt and just move right along. ) Not you. The librarian, I guess. All those skittering noises? That's a librarian?