[Ancients she just is not the sort of person who knows how to interact with children proper. she pauses, clearly thinking of a field in which she could be an advisor in for an Empire like Zarkon's.]

Er...for...tactical advisement. Of new Galran territories.

[she notes the way he shuffles his books around, focusing on that, and the whole of this small person standing before her, as opposed to thinking on this young Lotor having to report to his father.

she doesn't want to think about it. and she knows at the very least she cannot be seen by Zarkon. she's no idea how these memories work, but if anyone aboard this ship would recognize her, it would be him.]

A...Alinor. [she frowns a bit] Do...you need help carrying your books?