Murphy pursed her lips, looking up at the book she was after, which happened to be high on the top shelf. Her size wasn't usually much of an issue - she didn't allow it to be - but at five-foot-nothing it was often thrust at her in annoying and unforseen ways. Like being unable to reach the book she wanted, and having a bit too much pride to ask for help. She climbed on the little stepstool made available for the use of the patrons, stretching her arm as far as she could to reach it, to no avail. She gave a little hop, just a little one, and still came nowhere near the book. Her eyes narrowed, and she put her feet on the shelf itself, effectively beginning to scale the very shelves to reach her prize.
Grabbing the book at last, she jumped to the ground, landing evenly and with the skill of someone well trained in the martial arts, and then looked at the woman before her.
"Sometimes being short is a real pain in the ass," she grinned. She'd never met the girl, although she looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps she'd seen her on the network. "I'm Karrin Murphy."