She wasn't the smallest build in the world.  She was not fat by any means either.  She was just healthy.  She is active, that much was obvious with her toned arms and lean legs, but her flesh was rounded enough to speak of lazy days and good food as well.  She was not a fragile bird to broken by the wind.  Her curves were more pronounced for it.  She was not a flat board with a bump here and a bump there like many women these days.  She had places a hand would fall to naturally, or a head would feel comfortable cradling into. So the settling did take the space and contact was made, much to her embarrassment.  She almost missed his comment about bad days in the process.  She did not respond to it as her apology took place about then.  Then the arm rest is offered.<br/><br/>She looks up to him, her amber eyes almost confused.  She shakes her head and a strand of dripping black hair falls over her face.  "No, no, thank you.  You have been quite kind with your coat, I could not hog the space as well."  She keeps her arm pressed to the books.  Her arm covers the bindings that display the titles and the top book is backside up.  There is no clue to what they are for him to see.  She does begin to feel the weight of them though.  She looks above them for an overhead compartment and around them for perhaps an empty seat in front of them.  It would be nice to not have the whole pile on her lap the full trip.