Everything surrounding the night of the full moon had been pretty terrible for Remus. He felt horribly guilty for having inconvenienced everyone in town with the worry that they might be in danger. It didn't help that more than half of the town was ill, to include his companions who normally helped him through the full moon nights. Those who could stand to defend those who couldn't were put in harm's way, several of whom had sustained a number of injuries. Remus felt horrible guilt and copious amounts of shame.
He'd been lying low, mostly, due to how he felt the others must think of him. Remus hadn't asked, but he knew how the people in his world regarded werewolves for the most part. Even Sirius had been afraid everyone would show up at their home with torches and pitchforks. Now, they had even more reason to do so. Although Moony had been stopped and confined by Tony Stark in the end, he still had done plenty of damage. Remus had not yet forgiven himself and he wasn't sure he ever would. What he'd done to the robot girl was unforgivable. Speaking of...
While he'd been trying to keep a low profile since feeling well enough to go back to work, Remus was at the library making sure it ran smoothly and that all the shelves remained organized. It was something to keep him busy rather than continue to dwell and agonize over what he'd done. That is, until he heard a voice. When he peeked out from behind a shelf, he saw her standing there and felt his heart start to pound to the point he could feel and hear his pulse in his ears.
"H-Hello," he said, and cleared his throat. He averted his eyes a little to the ground. Had she come to berate him? To express her anger? Both were warranted, and he'd take it without a fight.