Avanna. Ken didn't know that word and the man's accent made even the ones he did know seem momentarily unfamiliar to him. Once he realized what Dorian had said, though, he tensed and quickly shook his head, "No! I just...didn't expect anyone to be here. The last few days it's been empty when I came, so..." He trailed off, realizing that this didn't matter and that he'd started to ramble. He willed himself to stop, pulled in a breath, and bowed apologetically, "I'm sorry. I left my books here and I was planning to continue my lessons. I didn't mean to interrupt."
The boy's dark eyes flicked toward a stack of books and notepads resting neatly on the corner of a nearby table. The texts were far more mundane than Dorian's -- the fundamentals of mathematics and science and language and history that went into a junior high school education -- but he'd been attempting to continue where he'd left off back home and the material was close. Then he looked back at the older man, feeling the first spark of curiosity about him as his surprise waned. He wondered who he was and where he was from and what he was researching in all of those books. All he asked, though, was, "Will I be in your way?"