Emily did a double take at the girl standing in the doorway as she instinctively backed away towards her desk, plainly not expecting to see someone so pale-skinned (she wasn't sure whether that was some kind of makeup or if she was just naturally that pale) decked out in so much black clothing. Though her face carried a calm if serious demeanor, her eyes carried an intensity that put Emily on her guard. "Uh, um...hi?"
"Where did you get that?"
"What?"
"That book. Where did you get it?"
"W-why do you want to know? And what are you even doing looking over people's shoulders without saying anything -- that's rude, you know!" Emily shut the book and hugged it close to her chest, a mix of fear and indignation driving her to protect it like a baby. Who was this goth girl to be so haughty and bossy about her own stuff?