"O-oh..." Her lips curved, falling almost into a pout but managing to remain shaken looking, though it wasn't necessarily something Juliet was going for. She would certainly hold Iris to the promise of the snake remaining jailed, or else her next phone call might be to animal control. She and her parents weren't paying out the ear for her to be harassed by rampaging animals in the apartment complex. But at least Iris was apologetic, and that cut through any misconceptions that Juliet was holding - she was ever one trying to please others, and it was very reassuring that the other woman was doing her best to make amends.
"Thank you," she replied to the comment about her books. "It's, um, everything I've ever purchased since I could read. It was, um, very difficult to get them here. Bronte? Yes, I do like the Bronte sisters, a little more than Austen." It wasn't Shakespeare, for which she would have jumped at the bit, but Juliet certainly enjoyed Victorian age works as well. Most British literature was wonderful in her mind.
"A new movie? I hadn't heard about it. I don't know, I'm not especially fond of theatrical adaptations, they're never very, um, good." It wasn't that she was turning Iris down, necessarily - Juliet had strong reservations about the transformation from page to screen, because the one was often left wanting, badly. And it was a little forward for Iris to be inviting her out and about, but it was another form of apology, something Juliet would certainly encourage, though she had no desire to take advantage of the other woman. "Who directed it?"