Dorcas backed up enough to bump up against the counter, back to the clerk and staring at the man who had come to her rescue. She clutched the bag a bit tighter. God only knew if he was one of those book snipers. There were tales of rare volumes being stolen from couriers who were left bloody in the street. People could be psychotic about rare books.
The clerk glared at the guy but he knew a self-assured person when he heard one and disappeared from the counter with a growl of annoyance. That guy was so going to get fired once Dorcas's employer heard about this. She licked her lips lightly and started softly, "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is as boring as the original." Blushing a little, she stared at her toes, "Th-thank you. For the help."