[ prince lotor looks a little skeptical, at that, his eyes scanning allura with a unique intelligence -- his eyes resting briefly on the markings on her face, her ears, her hair, the color of her skin . . .

it's like watching the puzzle pieces connect together in his mind, but he readjusts the books in his arms. ]

A new advisor for what?

[ curiously, and he looks down the hall, almost uncertainly. ]

I need to meet with my father, to give him an update on my studies, so I don't really have the time to meet with you today, miss . . . ?

[ somewhere, the real lotor is closing his eyes and saying a silent prayer to gods that are likely long since dead that allura does not accidentally ruin the space time continuum by being a nice person. ]