Compared to the busy, crowded areas of the main building of the LBJ, the lending library was quiet -- most of the people exploring the small collection were more interested in the books than in talking to each other -- and Maizie was glad for the relative peace. With Liv at a meeting with her boss, she found herself kind of at a loss for what to do. Since the early days of Olivia’s recovery, the two girls had spent so much time together that it felt weird, now, whenever she was alone. Although logically she knew that eventually Liv would be back to her job of scouting again, Maizie hadn’t really thought far enough ahead to consider what she was going to do to fill her days when that happened.
(The conversation she’d had with Bishop at the Dog Park’s carnival came to mind, as well as the similar one with Teagan over the freenet, but thinking of either of her friends was a little bit like poking a fresh bruise, in the way it ached. Way too depressing for her to tread that path right now.)
As she passed a semi-private study room, Maizie heard a sound that made her pause. Was that a moan? More frustrated than like someone who had just started craving brains, thank god, and she peeked through the door at the unfamiliar woman seated on the study table. “Um. You’re ok, right? Only I thought I heard … I dunno. A noise or something, but that's not important. Everything good in here?”