Enthusiastic seems to be a better middle for him, in her opinion. For one thing, he doesn't look like he's about to stop talking anytime soon. And while admittedly it's a bit distracting and she has to pause once in a while to make sure that she's still writing what she's supposed to write, Leila doesn't mind it one bit. He actually reminds him of a friend from back home who has the same tendencies, talking tirelessly and endlessly about anything and everything. It makes her stop and wonder how she is at the moment, if she's still catching grasshoppers to draw them.

That name again. Armin. A very close friend or someone he's known for a long time, no doubt, with the way he just spoke about him. And to say that she'll like him with such confidence, as if he already knows her just by looking at her once. She supposes it's an almost accurate deduction. Almost.

"It's Leila," she replies with another smile, pointedly eyeing his chair. "And I look to forward to meeting your friend. Hopefully we don't get thrown out of the library before then though."

She can already tell what he's doing, with the creaking of the wood and the scraping sound on the linoleum floor. And she can only imagine what kind of a sound a person crashing to the floor would produce and how fast it would summon the closest figure of authority to them.