She was still examining his book collection, but caught the glance out of the corner of her eye and looked over at him. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of his expression, and her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. Had she said something strange?

Very boring. She almost sighed at how true that statement was. Of course, it had definitely become more interesting since Jim showed up. She smiled and glanced at the refrigerator. “Milk would be lovely. I don't actually drink coffee,” she replied, feeling slightly odd that he was waiting on her.

It suddenly struck her that there was something else she'd intended to say when she got here, but she'd been distracted by him and his books. “By the way, Jim... I'm sorry about the way my brother acted the other night. Thank you for helping him anyway."