"I k-know... but I still feel bad." She pokes the ends of her index fingers together in what is rapidly becoming an obvious nervous tell. "I... appreciate you taking time to t-talk to me. A-although I think the check-in bins could be interesting too... y-you get to see all the books that way."

She sighs, taking a moment to look back down at the book she had in her lap, and thinking back to that weird feeling. The last time she'd felt it was... when the blue stuffed animal sitting next to her, whose name she instinctively knew was Raquel, basically dropped into her arms in the cave. Was it related?

"Somewhat... It's a book of J-Japanese poems. I d-don't know why, but... it feels... familiar, almost, even though I've never read it."