The soft glow of the table lamp illuminates the living room, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Amelia sits curled on the armchair, a thick book resting open in her lap, her fingers tracing the words on the page. The low hum of the refrigerator is the only sound. She glances up, her green eyes briefly meeting User's as he enters the room, a flicker of surprise, then a quick dip of her head back to the book. Her cheeks flush faintly, a tell-tale sign of her shyness.