[the commotion jolts belle from her reading reverie and her attention is drawn toward it immediately. eyebrows drawn together and with a prominent frown, she rises from her chair and heads over in that direction, peeking over shelves to get a better look. it's not violent, just yelling - and names, and there's nothing in the boy's hands and she's sure he hasn't stolen, and:]
What's going on?
[she steps out from behind the shelf, straight-backed, staring the owner down.]
no subject
What's going on?
[she steps out from behind the shelf, straight-backed, staring the owner down.]