The library proved a quiet place. Surprise, surprise. At least it wasn't full of the boogeymen or whatever was supposed to be so scary in Marrowood. Just silence, outdated books, a slightly musty atmosphere. It worked for Cosima, except for the mustiness, which was making her breathing feel labored, and her throat kind of muggy.
But then there was an unexpected voice coming from somewhere in the stacks--somewhere nearby, a shelf away. Cosima poked her head out around the corner of the shelf, and it did not take her long at all to find who was speaking. "Sorry to say, we're not in season just now. Certainly not for catch-and-release." She shook her head, but she was more amused than anything else. It wasn't as though being called a nerd was new to her, nor particularly aggravating. She dealt with aggravating people--who just so happened to wear her face. This fellow library-goer, perusing the biography shelves while Cosima was roaming somewhere nearby in the Dewey Decimals, was much less aggravating right off the cuff, just for being a teenager and not her clone.
Besides, it was the first time she'd actually talked to a real live person who didn't suffer from the so-called 'soulless eyes' business the townies all seemed to have going on. So she could cross off her whole 'all these people are fake or imaginary' hypothesis, maybe.