Sisitu took several mental steps back, momentarily unable to form a sentence. She had met demons. They were mostly stupid, it was true. But this creature Lazarian... she was surprised he was able to stand upright. She immediately chastised herself for her hubris. Were humans always so much better? There was a time when it wouldn't have been uncommon for a grown man to be innumerate. On the other hand, none of them had lived for five hundred years without learning the meaning of the word 'history'.
"Things that have happened in the past," she explained slowly "How people used to live. What they did and what happened to them."
She hesitated, casting her eyes to the rest of the hall. That pale girl was still standing completely motionless. The Michaelson's son, named for the janitor, was chatting amiably with another student. The Japanese trio to her right were keeping to themselves. They even looked purposeful when they ate.
Her eyes fell on the willowy blonde man (?) who approached the staff table. He fitted the description she had been given. Another new hire, she'd been told. Crowley has said there'd be enough students for both of them before he'd rushed off to do something else, muttering obscenities to himself and stuffing live rodents into his pockets. A busy man, that one.
"You'd be Marowit?" she said with cool politeness "We'll be sharing the same job apparently." A god. Not a malignant one, she reminded herself, but old prejudices flared up and were forced down. "I was just chatting with Lazarian here. Apparently he's five hundred, which makes him almost four hundred."
