For about fifteen intense minutes, before moving to the next chapter? [Gives him such a look.]

I don't think I believe you, Mr. Shinta. [And it's only because she's very nice that she picks a stray piece of paper off a shelf -- some receipt, maybe? - and shoves it in as a bookmark before slamming the book shut.]

You were here this morning and you're still here now, and I count too many cups of coffee and I know that there's nothing life-threatening. Do you think that Administration will what, slap your wrists if you don't hand the exams back a day before deadline? Or maybe the city will burn, what with it being a nest of such dangerous criminals - the traffic violations alone! Heavens.

[She may be smiling, but you can tell she's not pleased. Books shouldn't be of more interest than the people who love him. And her tirade is...

Well, that was very blunt. Not at all because she was projecting, no; there was no trace of little Mavis wishing her parents paid more attention, loved her better, loved her more or at all. Not here.]

Josh's face runs the risk of freezing in a sad puppy frown. [Yeah, that's the main cause.]