Willow looks over her shoulder as she hears the familiar sound of a book hitting the table. She looked at the person first, narrowing her eyes as she studied him closely. She couldn't pick up any accent since she hadn't heard him speak and she couldn't tell where his clothes were from so it wasn't very helpful. 
Once she had determined that he wasn't a threat, her eyes trailed down to the book he had set on the table. It was large, that much was clear, but just like the owner of the book, she couldn't tell much about it. She turned her head back to facing the wall, her face set in an unsatisfied grimace.
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