Eren's talents lean far more to the physical side of their training, but his breakneck dedication extends to all of it. Which means he has to try a little harder with the written portions—study a little longer to drive it into his memory, as if he can physically hammer it home the way he can a martial arts stance—but he throws himself into it with the same focused enthusiasm. Which means that he often ends up spending his free time at the end of the day in the library, head bowed over a book until the text starts to blur and his best friend nudges him back toward the barracks to actually sleep for a while.

Armin's running late, taking care of some thing or another, so Eren's on his own for now, digging through the shelves in the back until he hears movement coming from the tables. He's already talking before he leans around a bookcase to find the source. Probably a little too loud for a library, and clearly directed at her, even if—

"Hey, Armin? That-" you? —It's clearly not meant for her. Nope, that sure isn't Armin. He falls silent, blinking owlishly at the tablefull of books and the wrong blonde head bent over them. That is a lot of books. Some of them don't even appear to be in English. At least he remembers what manners he has, if belatedly. "Shit, sorry. I thought you were someone else."