A brow inches up a bit more at the revelation of the name. "I actually preferred the eccentric Miss Havisham." After a brief moment of consideration, the girl amends herself, " Actually, I prefer Hawthorne's writing to Dickens's, but in the context of the aforementioned book...Miss Havisham."<br/><br/>The girl winces catching herself a bit too late and sighs. "I'm sorry. My sister's a Literature major here and we tend to get into discussions about various greats. We tend to get a bit out of hand and at times it slips up in other conversations. She prefers poetry, I prefer novels; she prefers the argument of nature versus nurture, I prefer original sin. In my spare time, however, I tend to read romances while she works on puzzles. So much for the identical part of twins." With a smirk, the girl pulls a book out, the cover revealing a bare chested man with his dark hair blowing in the wind. "I was in the middle of a particularly good scene when I realized what time it was. She was supposed to meet me here half an hour ago and I haven't heard from her."<br/><br/>The girl gives a lazy stretch indicating her comfort level and slips the book back into her hoodie pocket. With a sigh, she stares at her own jacket a moment and shrugs. "She hates it when I wear her clothes..."