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There's a distinct pause where Nita just stares after him.
"Guess there really is no such thing as coincidence."
Maybe she should give him a minute? Nita counts to ten, counts to ten again - then goes to pick up the books again.
Maybe she can drop them off outside his room, if nothing else...