Ava had also killed time by looking over the parlors displayed art. Some of the paintings she recognised, they hung in the University walls back home, though she doubted they were like these ones probably were. She gave a nod every time someone new entered the room, introducing herself as Ava Hall.<br/><br/>The woman moved back to join the others when they started to wonder why they were here. "As far as I know, someone suggested me for a job over here." She said, looking to Paula when she said she was a translator. "I'm an archaeologist, though I'm more of a lecturer for it now." She sighed, crossing her arms. What was the saying?<span style="font-style: italic">'Those who can't do, teach.'</span>She hoped the others didn't assume that was the case, as much as she hoped Mister Vanderbilt didn't think that.<br/><br/>She looked over Paula once again, curious. "May I ask where you're originally from?" She asked, giving the woman a friendly smile. She was genuinely asking. She'd always wanted to travel and so whenever she met someone from a foreign country she couldn't help but talk with them. She hoped the woman didn't think she was being rude, knowing what society was like, it would be natural to assume as much.