The knock catches her attention, and Jules looks up with a look of faint surprise that quickly melts away into a grin. "Hello there." A moment, as she knocks the ash from her cigarette, and she casually rests her arm over her writing. Not at all in a subtle move to cover it up, no, there's no reason to think that, apart from how it is entirely the case.

"Just a bit of reading, note taking, that sort of thing. Literary devices, all that sort of thing." Jules rolls her eyes a bit, as if it's terribly dull, before picking up the bottle of wine and tilting it a bit. "Entirely open to company, of course. My friends here and I--" and she nods between the packet of cigarettes and the bottle of wine, "-- are very close, but get along much better with others around." Another cheery smile, eyebrows raising a bit questioningly with the invitation.