Zhenya resisted the urge to go over the girl to make sure that indeed no harm was actually done. No, she couldn't do that, she didn't know this girl.

Just one more "Sorrysorry," quietly. "Good, sorry." UGHNO. Stop saying SORRY Zhenya. She gulped, then looked up at the girl. A slithering, younger than she.

She was about to take a breath to introduce herself, when the girl started speaking first. Good, Zhenya was bad at small talk, breaking the ice kind of thing. She smiled and said "Oh, just a biography of a healer, actually." She was trying to get ideas and inspiration for studying. She looked up from her book and thought about what else the girl was saying. About magical musicians and singers. "Oh, I… I don't really know much about music." For some reason she wasn't really into music. It was weird, she knew. "My brother loves a band called the Flaming Hippogriff. And my mum likes an artist, I think he sings or plays some instrument… his name is Worbeck Szcizinski. What are you interested in specifically?" she asked.