[Toriel does not mean to approach her. She's just moving down the shelves, looking intently at the book titles. Stopping to pull one out occasionally, and adding it to a small stack in her other arm if it looks interesting. So caught up in it, that when she looks over and realizes there's someone else there, she's so close that, well, she can't really just turn around and pretend she didn't see her. So, Toriel puts on a polite smile, and just... hopes that this won't end up going bad somehow.]

Oh, hello there, Miss. I did not notice you there! I was trying to avoid running into anyone, actually, but I suppose I was a bit caught up.

Are you... holding up well? I believe this is your first event, is it not?