Zhenya made her way to the book club meeting. She quite liked books, and she liked being in the library. In fact, she missed it greatly. Her left hand, fingers still slightly black from the… incident, were covered in gloves. Gloves that Zhenya had vowed to always wear, protecting people from seeing her injuries. She vaguely remembered the librarian, but was so timid these days that she almost took one look at the room of people, including other professors, and ran straight out, back to her bedroom, and buried herself in her covers. No, she mustn't. She slowly, very slowly, made her way in amongst the crowd and walked towards the librarian.
"Er… h-hello Professor, er, I mean Mr Kitridge. H-how are you, sir?"
She felt her face start to prickle with warmth. Yes, she was actually talking to someone. She would have to try and remember to pat herself on the back afterwards, rather than dissect every moment of the conversation. She self consciously put her gloved hand in her pocket, not wanting anyone to see it, or ask any questions.