[It takes her a moment to process the words but when she does? It's with a break in her all too calm mask, the sad, accepting smiles that she's worn throughout as she slams on the table.

Ma'am, this is a library--]

Why the hell would you want to, with someone like me, who--

[She hisses through gritted teeth for a moment before trying to recollect herself, getting up from the chair she's sitting on.]

...If this is about 'paying me back' from last time, then stop it already. I don't need it.