Yes. What would Fertilizer Man do, exactly, in this situation? Oh, well, not that Krys would ever know what Fertilizer Man would exactly do. Or who exactly was Fertilizer Man. After all, stranger danger and all of that.
However, when someone seemed to echo her exact words back to her a moment later, Krysanthe had no choice but to jump at the voice, fingers unknowingly crinkling the pages of her book. A quick look around told her that no one was close enough to speak in such a way that they seemed like only two feet away. The closest person available was little boy, face buried in a book, and even he was across the room.
She was scanning around when when she finally encountered a set of eyes in the space of the bookshelves, in which Krys's first instinct was to jump away, as if the shelves transformed into an electric fence and she had the bad luck to touch it. She blinked, twice, and the set of eyes was still there, staring at her.
It was the Nervous Man.
He looked less nervous...friendly, even. Although, isn't that what killers did? Look nonthreatening and lured their victims into a false sense of security? She never heard of a killer stealing their prey in bookstores, though...
Krysanthe cleared her throat and took a tiny step forward. "Uh. Yes?" She studied him closely, but with books and shelves blocking her view, she could only see a part of his hair and nose. He didn't seem like anyone she knew, either. So why was he so interested in Fertilizer Man? "Did I say that out loud? Oh, um. Yeah. Sorry?"