It wasn't just the flying books that were ticking her off, it was the fact that she was expected to shelve them away in the first place. Bela had the impression that she was a guest of the castle, brought here to settle in at first and then help them out with whatever petty issues they had. But she wouldn't necessarily help out of the goodness of her heart - she had a price.

The newcomer receives a cursory glance from her, but it's his words that she focuses on.

"Oh. Hello. Good. Someone useful." Bela says in response to him, holding out some of the books. "You can help me put these away then." A beat, then. "Thank you."

Well, she wasn't entirely without manners.