[ Gaunt strides up the library steps with all the determination he typically has when doing anything. Which is to say quite a bit. He notices Mitsuru sitting there, and looks down at her from his significant vantage point. For the moment, in shirtsleeves, the gold frogging on his shirt can easily be seen, and no cap either. He stops for a moment, one step above her. ]
Is there something wrong, Mamzel? [ His scarred face bears a quizzical look.]