"Try it," Sheila said brightly. There wasn't a reason to think it wouldn't - Devin was fairly easy to predict. She'd be grateful at the very least for another free meal. With a roll of her shoulders she went on, "She can see reason on occasion."
There was a short nod as they walked - Sheila's eyes fell on the bookstore just after she did. Not hiding her enthusiasm, a fist was pumped - a motion possibly picked up from her neighbor on the third floor. "That's much closer than at my last apartment. I wonder if they have that new Robert Graves yet..." She debated for a moment, before continuing to walk - it wasn't likely. No need to waste time.
She made some hmm-ing sounds as Sarah explained, trying not to come up with mythological comparisons. It was something she did naturally, handing out nicknames in terms of the myths and folklore she was so familiar with. Saying Sarah was anything other than Clark would be confusing though. "It's cool to have things like that. I'm used to drifting-" Even if she'd been on "the road" for a short while. She'd never really held onto things growing up. What she needed was her stories and make-believe and those were safe in her mind. "Have any favorites?"