About to earnestly tell him how much like a prince he seemed to her, the second sentence caught her off-guard and she lost whatever she'd been saying. A noise of shocked disbelief escapes her and she raises her hands as though to ward off the compliment. "O-oh, no, r-really, that's not--" She could feel her face heating, rapidly reddening to a rather unflattering shade. She buried her face in her hands with a muffled "Oh no. I-I really ought to let you get on with your day. Thank you for being so kind about all of this. I hope you have a good afternoon..." And with that, she hitched her bag higher up on her shoulder, ducked something that resembled a curtsy, and edged past him to dash off and dodge up the library steps - at least she could hide in the stacks in there, and leave him to get along with his day. Surely there was someone waiting for him.