The chair makes a loud scratching sound against the floor as Louise pull it out of the desk so as to better examine the pillow. Some dust falls to the floor. Interestingly, the pillow, in addition to being much newer than everything else here, has no dust on it at all. If she touches it, Louise'll find that it reminds her somehow of her bow. She can't put your finger on why, though.
Becca, for whatever reason, you can't actually read the graffiti. It isn't blurry or anything, like writing often is in these circumstances. It just looks to be in another language.