She's just shelved a book on magic (--tricks, to entertain at casual office parties and banquets, to quote the sleeve) with some exasperation when a blur swept past her on a board, fast enough to set motion into the ends of the ribbon tied at her throat.

She blinked, once, twice, then casually kicks a couple of the books strewn everywhere into a makeshift speedbump. She could just watch to dodge if the blur goes past again, sure, but she's still looking on this shelf, darnit. She's doing research. It's like a blue moon and everything.