"Hm?" Maeve stared at the pages as she idly flipped through them without paying attention to the text. She didn't like seers and she didn't like divination and she didn't like when the thoughts in her head were not the ones she wanted in there. "Wigtown huh," she shrugged, the Wanderers were one of those teams that always seemed to get lost in the ranks to her, unless the Bats were playing them, she just forgot about them.
She stowed the book under her arm and glanced back at him, unperturbed but his expression. "You're welcome," she said, turning back to the stacks.