The smile instantly dropped from the redhead's face as soon as Winifred felt...that presence. The pit of her stomach ran cold as she looked about wildly, her eyes blown wide. She'd felt the same thing when the demons had come around, and when Isaiah and she had met that stranger in the hardware store. And I lost my mind and tried to.. But no, Winifred wasn't about to think about that night again. The book she was holding threatened to fall out of her momentarily nerveless fingers, but she caught it in time, just as the older gentleman stepped closer to her. His voice when he spoke was heavily accented, and Winifred fought hard not to take a few steps away. "Ah, yes." Her voice sounded a bit like a squeak, but she managed to make it audible. She blinked at him furiously as he continued to speak, her eyes still wide as she watched him intently. Everything in her told her to run, to get away, but what if he followed her?
Finding it hard to breathe the moment the man reached around her to get a book from the shelf, Winifred gave in and took a step backwards, nearly colliding with the opposite shelf in her hurry. "Actually, I think it was me who was in your way, sir." Was this man just heavily demonic blooded? Or was he a full-blooded demon, like she'd overheard Mrs. Williamson talking about? The ones that she'd warned her family to stay away from. The things, in fact, for which Winifred had developed a distinct level of hatred. The feeling didn't so much take her by surprise as it did worm its way up from her thoughts, an annoyance rising to the surface. The politeness from her earlier statement seemed useless to her in the moment, a frown pulling at her lips. "Generally, in America, it's considered good manners to ask someone to move before you get in their personal space." Winifred's brows drew down as she scowled. She set the book down and crossed her arms over her chest, her original reason for coming to the library forgotten.