Jericho slowly settled into the seat he'd claimed for a perch and nudged a second chair out from under the table. He drew his legs up towards him and rested his boots atop the surface, using the grip on their soles to pull the seat closer to him. One of his history books was then promptly tucked securely against his legs, balanced on his waist, to allow for hands-free reading. This was all done without staring at the objects he was shuffling about; he had tilted his head curiously to look at 'Rose,' and after his eyes roved over her scar, he politely turned back to her face without any change in expression.

Judgment was turning pages automatically, without his input. His right hand glided over pages, looking for something useful. Jericho himself tightened his mouth on one side; his eyes softened slightly and he shook the hair from his eyes, as if impatient with his bangs and with himself.

"Sorry to have startled you. And to have disturbed your reading." His mouth tightened again, as if it wanted to lift up on one end in a half-smile and then decided against it. "I won't move from this chair if you're not comfortable. But you have my word, I mean you no harm." His left hand tapped the cover of his open book quietly. "Only here to study."