The masked vigilante saw her, and began stepping towards her, his metal boots somehow silent. People stared at him, and for good reason. He had a metal mask, with purple lights as eyes. He had a purple parka, the back continuing like a cape. The parka was down enough to hide his weaponry. There were seemingly grappling hooks attached to his wrists, with sharp blades on his gauntlets. He had a hood as well, which was up, darkening the mask, and only letting the lights shine. A raven stood on his shoulder, staring at her. He reached up to her silently, waiting for her to turn so he could hand her the book. He's too used to waiting for someone to notice him to actually get their attention. Fear tactics, I suppose.