Aida isn't surprised by the attention you're getting. Not that she has a choice. The eternal paperwork and piles of work, or this damn club "Underworld" with a bunch of people. Or at the end, her son, who somehow manages to get into trouble despite the fact that he is no longer a five-year-old child.

Then when you burst right into her office, she had to keep her eyes on the papers for a couple more seconds, studying them intently before looking straight at your face with an incomprehensible arched eyebrow.

— "Is this something important?"