"My goals? I wish to know everything. It's an obsession I freely admit to." She then turns, and her skirt spins with her, as she takes a seat in the puffed up armchair once more. "I will be one hundred and twenty five years old in May." She slides open the book she's picked up, and pulls out a piece of paper, holding it out. "My first degree in Archaeology, gained in 1902."
She leans back in the seat, "Others have different goals...to rule, to learn, to empower themselves...sometimes the goal is just to survive. It's a difficult world to live in, and I'll be perfectly honest with you, there are many who do not survive."