She looked at him carefully, meeting his eyes and studying what she saw there. She didn't really know what she was looking fore, but something in her subconscious must have found it, because she ended up nodding. "I never studied Greek," she said softly. It didn't really make sense, there was no segue into the statement, but she had a feeling he'd understand it anyway. She hadn't studied it. And yet, she was learning it like she had. Or rather, like she'd spoken it as a child and forgotten it, and now it was coming back to her.
But she didn't say anything else, merely looked at him, wondering about everything. From the feelings of recognition, to the comfort she felt with him. She wouldn't have normally gone off with a strange man. Oh, Athens was a safe enough city, and this was a public place, but it still wasn't a good idea. But... he didn't feel like a stranger.
She thought about the diary then, and wondered. It had said there were others. Hell, she'd seen their writing. But... no. That would be too weird. Right? Wouldn't it?
Although at some point, the 'too weird' might just be normal....