Juliet turned to the indifferent shelves and selected a few volumes. She took the moment to stifle another yawn - it was bad enough that she was making assumptions of this man, let alone letting her lack of sleep affect her work. Turning back to face him, she tried to smile a little more kindly.
"Sorry, it's, ah, been kind of a busy day - my brain is a little scattered. And yeah, actually, I do live at Pax. Do you like it there? It's such a beautiful building," she finally explained, trying to patch up the quickly eroding foundations of a simple customer relationship.
"Here's Lord George Byron, Harry S. Truman, and Julius Caesar. Varied enough for you?" She held the books out for his perusal, unsure if he'd read them before or not. Hopefully she'd done well, and if he lived in the same apartment building, maybe she'd make a friend in the bargain.