It's too hot.

It's probably the only thing in Leila's mind at the moment and despite looking like the picture of calm and composure with an open book on her lap, she's nothing but. Gaze listless, fingers moving to loosen the ribbon on her blouse, lips pulling to a tight line ... it's a clear sign of distraction and soon, she puts down her book to stare outside. Or more specifically, to stare at the window and figure out how to pry it open.

Perhaps it's just her; everyone else seems to be unconcerned. She's simply not used to this sudden change in climate in less than a day: from cool and mild to sweltering and oppressive. And with the change comes the uncomfortable feeling of her clothes sticking to her skin. Perhaps it's the fact that her window's shut tight, preventing any form of air circulation where she's seated. Or perhaps it's both.

Fighting back a sigh, she struggles to stand in a moving bus to address the easiest one: the window. One hand sets her book down and steadies herself against the seat while the other runs along the dusty edges of the window, in search of a latch. She soon finds it and attempts to slide the window open — only for it to stay stuck. She frowns at it, rather confused.

"... Am I doing it incorre —" The last word gets cut off as the bus lurches, forcing her to stumble back into her seat and bump into her unfortunate seatmate. "Sorry."

Leila's been wandering through the shelves of the library, several books already resting in one arm: several history books, an almanac, an atlas and a French copy of Guibert's Essay on Tactics. Her eyes easily scan the titles on each and every book, fingers brushing the edge of the spines without pause. From an onlookers perspective, she's aimless, not knowing what or which book to pull out and read.

She pulls one out of the shelf, pushes it back in, moves to the next book. Rinse and repeat. After she's done with her seemingly pointless search, she moves to one of the desks in the library and spreads the material she's collected so far, effectively occupying the entire table. Setting up camp, as she would like to call it.

Needing a table? There's one over there in the far corner because really, good luck getting her to move.