With no idea what she was really looking for, Cora was just pulling whatever seemed to actually be in a good enough condition to go over. That was easy with the senses she had. If the smell was too bad, she made the executive decision not to touch, or bother, with the damn thing. Cora was in the midst of pulling out a tome that looked to be in relatively good shape, no foul odors wafting from it that weren't something that someone with her senses could stand when she heard the voice.
Between the itching feeling, and the burning need to tell the truth plus the disgusting smells and sounds of the open-air library, she hadn't quite realized she wasn't alone, as quickly as usual. Holding back the groan, knowing she was in this shitty loop of truth, Cora turned to look over her shoulder, calling out to the other person. "Hey, it's Cora Hale, I'm looking for books so I don't have to tell my brother or cousin any more truths, and to distract myself."
The werewolf winced, not having been able to control the flow of words coming out of her mouth. It was frustrating. And she wanted to avoid everyone, really. "I figured this place would be empty and I wanted to avoid people because this entire thing makes me uncomfortable."