While the allure of writing and editing for others around the world on expeditions had been grand to begin with, it was quickly fizzling out in Tuni's mind. Either the things she was sent to decode and write in a more understanding fashion were dull topics or the lull in between jobs went on for ages. As a result, she was starting to second guess the career path she'd chosen even if it wasn't mandatory for her. The worst part was the boredom. She hated sitting idle. Despised it really. So she'd decided to take her made with her to the Museum in London. The artifacts and displays always seemed to brighten her mood even if she knew most of them by heart.

She'd found her way up to the third floor to look around the Egyptian department, lost in her own thoughts as she meandered about. It didn't take long for her to get to the room featuring the Sphinx. She'd just been about to see what the riddle was for the day, knowing they often changed it out to add some variety to the display, when a yelp registered to her ears and she was bumped into by the woman who had let the sound out.

Instinctively, her hands went up to help stop and catch the woman so she didn't tumble to the ground if she were going to. "Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her tone as she eyed the woman cautiously in case something else were to happen and result in them both falling to the ground.

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