Against her will, Santana huffed a laugh at the woman's response, surprise. She was so used to dealing with the idiots at McKinley, who wanted nothing more than to shed reputation killing labels like 'nerd' or 'book smart,' that dealing with someone so confident in their nerdiness that they could shoot back a clever quip was kind of a breath of fresh air. Huh.
"Shit. And here I thought today was my lucky day." She said, not moving her gaze from the books in front of her. So far, it was a no on this century. Unless you counted Teddy Roosevelt, which she didn't. "Really, though. I get loving the library, but this library? Were you that desperate to read? Were you having withdrawals, or something? You need me to find you a Tolstoy novel that you haven't read so you don't get palpitations?"