"Please do. I hope you are not afraid of snakes," Khepri added with a sly smile. More often than not, she was surrounded by them and her employment here as a charmer of the reptiles did not keep them any more separated. "I promise they will not bite." That much she could guarantee, but the cobras under her care were more willful than most which was perhaps her fault. They had been rather tame when she had first met them but she had pulled their old instincts back up, had encouraged them to be less docile. It was likely they were just relieved to be left in the hands of someone who intimately understood their needs.
"I certainly hope to not get locked in. The prospect is rather unwelcome." Khepri had never been claustrophobic but the idea of not being able to get out made her uneasy. Her freedoms here were paltry at best, though that was her own doing, having willingly signed herself into this gilded cage. At times she questioned that decision, but often, she was able to see past her restrictions.
Khepri nursed the drink in her glass, though she didn't feel much outside of the burn of the alcohol. "I miss them," she stated, her voice distant and not without a little longing. "I remember when writing looked like art. That has been lost with technology." The progression of human knowledge has always fascinated her, but at the same time she lamented their loss of wonder at the world. It seemed pompous of her, she realized. "I have quite a few but we start with this one."