Her eyes narrowed in a mock glare as he looked up and down the hallway, even if she couldn't quite hide her amusement. When he actually invited her in, she nodded and said dryly, “How very kind of you.”

Her wry expression couldn't last once she was actually inside. Her eyes scanned the apartment, briefly taking in the spectacular windows streaked with rain and then fixing on the bookshelves. She was automatically drawn towards them, eyes skimming over the titles. Many of them she recognized, even if she hadn't had the chance to actually read those that weren't in the black section of the library. Some she'd read in school, and some she'd bought with the allowance her father gave her, but it wasn't enough to buy all she wanted. Jim certainly had a very impressive collection. He probably went to college, she thought, fighting down the envy this revelation prompted.

The music momentarily distracted her, and she glanced over at him. “Thank you,” she said, tearing herself away from the book shelf to walk over to the table he'd indicated. She draped the coat over it and glanced around again. "You have so many books," she marveled.