tired, and eats when hungry. Her norm is no one else's norm.

Wanting Steven to actually eat a full meal? Sabiha hesitates to answer.
"Will you promise to finish your meal if I say tonight?"
She does not want to be oblivious to the needs of others, but she is not one to observe the same hours that others do. She works when she works. She sleeps when-

He'll be doing it better than many trained Egyptologists have been playing at it for a long time.
Giving his hand a firm squeeze, she nods. Business taken care of.
"Eat. We have much work to do."
She is happy to finally have a competent and pleasant person to work with.

Holding out a slim hand, she smiles for the first time.
"It sounds like a match made in Aaru."

She doesn't tolerate many, but she genuinely likes him. Not only that, but she respects him, too.

"Steven, the position is yours. All you have to do is decide if you can tolerate working with me and my eclectic self and my erratic hours."

Convince them. Pish.

sense of knowing.

"I don't want anyone else. I want you."

A delicate brow raises as she pauses to watch him.
"Steven, stop."

She wonders who killed his confidence.

"You don't need letters behind your name to /know/ what needs knowing. I've listened to you. I've watched you, and you are more qualified than others pretend to be."

He has an uncanny -

"I don't particularly care what evidence they think they have. I want /you/ to he my assistant."

She shrugs. It's a done deal, in her mind.

"I don't think you destroyed anything."

knows she sounds formal. She always has, and she doesnt mean to.

"I don't like the way you have been treated. It's time to change that."