Fred paced between the shelves. There was something of a pent up animal in that pacing. It didn't have the nervousness that was normally Fred Burkle. No, this was something a little more sensuous, slow, steady, methodical. Her fingers brushed along the trade paperback spines, touching and caressing, as if just touching the books would give her an answer.
"Batman. Batgirl. Nightwing. Birds of Prey. JLA." She paused as she looked at the spines again. "Those are not in alphabetical order." The comment was said absently as she touched a few of the books before finally pulling out the volume she'd been looking for.
"Where, oh, where would you be?" She bit her bottom lip as she started flipping pages. Either she was reading the pages rather quickly, or she wasn't seeing what she wanted right off. She kept flipping the pages, but...
She looked slowly up at the man with a strange voice. Her smile was a little shy, only a little. Her head tilted slightly as watched him. "Hello."