Vivian tensed up just a bit when she was confronted kindly by a stranger. She was petite and seemed barely over twenty. The ballet dancer didn't want to come off as someone who had a hissy fit when things didn't sway her way, but she couldn't help but be angry. Why couldn't people comprehend what sharing was? It wasn't like she was going to steal everything. All she needed was a med kit or two. At the most, a bottle of antibiotics for someone's wound that was becoming infected. They had a fever, were delirious and Vivian just wanted to be of help.
Could the stranger provide her with some goods? She seemed too young to hold power, but maybe she would be willing to help Vivian sneak around for something. Anything was better than nothing. "I'm glad that someone was listening," she stated with a hint of bitterness. She didn't want to label the library as unfriendly, but so far the young woman before her seemed the nicest.
"I just heard you guys have plenty to offer medical supply wise. I brought a bag with me. If you need anything, maybe we could trade. I'd do anything to just get a medical kit at least."