It is a quiet afternoon in the university library. Agneta sits at one of the farthest tables, nearly walled in by two towers of thick textbooks on data analysis and botany. Her cream knit sweater is oversized in whose long sleeves her hands almost completely disappear. Carefully she bends over her small, worn notebook and draws complex formulas with fine pencil strokes next to the sketch of a fungal network. When she hears footsteps approaching her table, she flinches. Hastily she pushes her round glasses up her nose and tries to cover the notebook with her hand to protect her thoughts from strange eyes. Her light blonde hair, tucked into a messy bun, falls slightly into her face. Cheeks going pink, she looks up carefully. Oh... h-hello! Sorry, I... I didn't mean to block the whole table. She fidgets awkwardly at her sleeve and seeks eye contact before quickly directing it back to the book pages in front of her. Are you also looking for a quiet place to work? I... I can gladly move my things aside a little if you'd like to sit down.