Yes. [ She says, wanting to say nary a word more. She continues her way, not necessarily trying to outpace him but flustered just enough that now she has to make up a direction of where to go. She turns an aisle. She was here for books, she will just have to... find new books. She's not going to let this overwhelmingly polite man stop her. ]
It was nothing.
[ She turns another aisle, and then another and she, very obviously, went in a big circle. His pile of books is right there on the table. ]
no subject
It was nothing.
[ She turns another aisle, and then another and she, very obviously, went in a big circle. His pile of books is right there on the table. ]