Aktamun turned around when he heard the door open, but his mouth fell open when he saw who it was. While he knew the odds were against him - Kent was, before anything else, the kind of Hermione Granger who would work on the weekends - Aktamun had hoped he'd beaten him to the punch. Kent was about the only person who would take issue with this.
Which, of course, he promptly did.
Aktamun shut his mouth, shrugged exaggeratedly and turned his eyes heavenward, looking like a dog who'd just stolen a steak from the countertop. "I don't know, you tell me so many rules..." He grinned. "Besides, it was like this when I got here. Maybe one of the other seniors did it."