Watching the girl who was rattling off to Salazar, apparently about getting an A, Silo blinked twice, pushing the door open the rest of the way. He then kept his eyes on her as she left, scoffing lightly when his shoulder was bumped into. Looking to Salazar then, he shook his head a little. "No need- I doubt it's actually your fault. She seems like an.. Inappropriate word." Gaining a grin, Silo took a seat in the chair in front of the man's desk after shutting the office door, stretching his legs out in front of him. "I just finished for the day.. and figured I'd stop by. If you're busy though, I'll make my leave," Silo quickly offered, not wanting to intrude. Judging from the papers on Salazar's desk, it did seem like he had a bit to do...<br/><br/>"Don't apologize for that," He chuckled, shaking his head at the man. "I can't really say that my home is in top condition, either." Owning a small apartment nearby, his house wasn't the cleanest, but it wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>bad. "I just wanted to stop by, and.." He paused briefly. Why had he really stopped by? To talk? Just to see the man? He wasn't entirely sure anymore.<br/><br/>"Do you need any help with anything? I could help you tidy up a bit, maybe.." Silo rubbed at the back of his neck, glancing away. "Or, if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind hearing a bit more about things." Glancing around at all the books that were in the room, along with the maps, only made Silo feel more curious- About everything. What were the maps of? How many places in history had all these books come from? How many had Salazar written?