She could see the small little shape out of the corner of her eye. It had taken her a few moments to realize that it was a little Ib with a fluffy little tail- and little ears as well? Mary walked towards the figure, staring down at it curiously. "Ib?"
Footsteps again. Why-- If only she could hide behind the bookcases, but the crack was much too small for her-- and even mice too, she bet-- for her to fit in. Unconsciously the tiny child's ears flattened, and she covered her face as if to hide her identity from the other.
Yet, the voice was all too familiar to resist not looking, as her fingers parted slightly so she could peek through her hands... To see the hem of a forest green skirt.
" --Mary? " Her voice was that of a surprise, but it had much more a comical effect due to her smaller body, which made it sounds more like a squeak than anything. Face becoming red, the girl covers her eyes again.