Sometimes not being rude and saying exactly what was on her mind the second she thought it was more of a challenge than it should be. But Styx had trouble with suffering fools or incompetence and when she felt she was being faced with both of those at once, it was a significant struggle. She had only been mildly grumbling as she pulled a book off and then another, followed by another, complained in Attic Greek about a series needing be in the proper order because a series not in the proper order wasn't actually a series at all it was utter chaos, then put them back on the shelf in their proper order.
Styx did read occasionally, probably more than people thought she did -especially since she lived alone, but it wasn't something she did with a rabid frequency that others did. It was more of a surprise to some that knew her because she never really kept a stash of books lying around. It looked untidy to do that. Volumes that were uneven just lined up on shelves that, even if faced still weren't all the same height or... creation help her... stacked on tables...
So untidy.
Styx had no use for it.
But, at the moment she needed something new. Just a couple things to hide in a cabinet, read and then either pass along to someone or donate somewhere. Holding onto things like a pack-rat was never what she did.
“Did I miss something?” She grumbled out loud, not caring if anyone heard her, “was there a change to the alphabet where suddenly T comes before R and that is considered proper categorization?”