With the cobras finally calm, Khepri leaned against one of the walls and really looked at her guest. A millennia had been more than enough time for her to have learned tricks to recognizing exactly what she was face to face with, at least for those types of things she had met on multiple occasions. Even as old as she was, there were beings out there she knew nothing of, or only very little, and she was always delighted to be within arms reach, to learn about them. Khepri longed to be more than just a violent avenger despite the knowledge that she might not rise above it. It was a dream, and she had always been fond of dreams.
Her eyebrows peaked at the high-pitched sound and she only barely caught sight of the rosary before it was neatly tucked away again. Though wholly unfamiliar with religious items outside of her own native customs, Khepri knew the cross had some connection to Christianity. Long ago, she had read some version of what they called the Bible but remembered little after the tale of Moses. Perhaps it was the connection to her homeland that kept it in memory but either way, it sat bitterly in her chest. The only thing that truly seemed relevant about the necklace was the man's immediate instinct to hide it and Khepri committed that detail to memory.
"We appreciate your time," she replied with a smile as she held his eye contact. "Have we met? Reluctantly I have to admit I do not remember your name." Khepri remembered the names of everyone she had ever met as that was her greatest wealth.