Step. Draaag. Step. Draaag.
Slowly making her way through the library, Shelby pauses at a display of mythology books, running fingers down the spine of one to the author's name. Yes, she'd read it before. At the hospital. One of the nurses had brought the book to her, right? Yes, she remembered it. She turns from the display.
Step. Draaag. Step. Another pause to watch a couple working on some sort of school project. They look to be high school age or so. The years she missed. He's writing, or trying to. She's leaning in to kiss his nose. She watches, unnoticed, a hint of longing in her eyes. "Disgusting." It's hard to tell if she means their flirting or her own desire to be noticed like that. In either case...
She turns away from them, leaving them their assumed privacy.