Glory tossed Damien an amused look over her shoulder, lips quirking up into that playfully amused smile glimpsed only by her own. The most other people could dredge up from her was a sardonic smirk. She played with a coil of her hair, leaning against the book shelf at her hip as Damien rose to his feet. She'd turned back to look in the direction of the girl with the laptop but she could see the flash of his signature red hair from the corner of her eye.
"Mm. I don't really know her." She replied, as if offended by the very implication that she'd waste excess time and attention on the brunette. "But as far as what I've heard, it seems like she's one of those achiever types. Not very social." Her teeth flashed white as she grinned with devious intent, her eyes flickering from Damien to Amelia. "We should teach her how to be more friendly, starting with pre-school 101; sharing."
She moved through the rows of empty or sparsely occupied tables at a comfortable walk. Despite the fact that the snap of her heels on the floor had been perfectly audible while she'd been lounging around with Damien and Amelia, there were strangely quiet as she made her way across the library floor to the small area that Isabella had claimed for her own. It was all a matter of moving with a lighter step, and she came up airily behind Isabelle's chair. Over the girl's shoulder she could see the brightly illuminated screen and the blinking cursor at the end of the much struggled over paper.
Glory's arm extended and she reached over Isabella's head, grasping the edge of the computer with two fingers. She only took hold however, not moving it. The smile on her face had lost its cheerful, playful quality and was condescending and falsely sweet. "Hmm. Not bad. Although there should be a comma there." She pointed to absently at some sentence on the bright screen. "But that's okay. I'll fix it myself. And don't worry about a conclusion. I'll write that on my own."