While annoyed, Kennet did not give her childish games merit by raising his eyes from his work. He had things to do and had allowed her the limited time to do as she had been doing every week since she arrived. Writing on one of the papers still on his table, he shook his head.
"You are wasting your time, Aria." The script he wrote in was long dead and half hieroglyphed from a culture long dead and forgotten.
"And I'm nearly as old as the Earth. I've known a lot of people. Some of them even visit from time to time." That was as close to an emotional reaction as he would give, the words meant in sarcasm and said in a flat tone.