Alcander couldn't help but smile as Elle spoke. Mostly because he quite enjoyed her presence and felt her playing devil's advocate was so like her, though it had a charm to him that he couldn't help but beam at. "Elle, this skull might be ten thousand years old, you're right. But you know as well as I do, this fossil has no signs its been in rock. Which means that cannot possibly be from sisxty five million years ago. If this fossil is five hundred thousand years old," he said. "Then it changes everything we thought we knew about the extinction of the dinosaurs. It gives credence to his story." 

Though Alcander spoke thusly, he still seemed quite overwhelmed. He blinked and gazed inwardly, placing a hand on his thick head of hair and falling into his seat roughly. "By God, what am I saying?" He breathed, as if he couldn't believe of how sure he felt not moments before. He was right. No matter the exact dating, if the skull was real, and with his professional opinion he was inclined to believe it was, it would fundamentally change the way humanity viewed not only religion, but archaeology and anthropology. 

"I see you will be accompanying my young ward Alcander here then, eh?" The Baron asked the crowd, after quickly glancing at Lucian and Elle at having spoken up, his gaze fell on Lysandra, as if he knew she had reservations from the start. That she merely represented interests. He glanced Lakshmi's way though, giving her a wink, for he had a feeling she was cautious, but too curious not to accept his proposal. The pay was quite considered as they all knew, as well.

The tension in the room drained when their newcomer entered, floundering at the door. The Baron turned her way imperiously, though posh as he was, he couldn't help but give a concerned look at Miss Montgomery. "My dear, if Bertram had not just announced you, I would have thought you had stumbled into the wrong manor. We were just discussing the very unraveling of our understanding of human history. Would you like some tea?"