(She gratefully hands off the books, then gently tugs her journal out and flips it open so she can quickly jot down not only the information about the spores, but about Klingon, and Vulcan too. She'll come back to it later.)
Thank you. (She scoops the books back into her arms, leaving her journal balanced on top of the stack. Beverly's next words make her blink, and fluster, because she isn't used to being a particularly comforting presence for anybody.)
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Thank you. (She scoops the books back into her arms, leaving her journal balanced on top of the stack. Beverly's next words make her blink, and fluster, because she isn't used to being a particularly comforting presence for anybody.)
Um, good. Good, I– I'm glad.