Without announcing herself or giving any other warning, Angela slid up disconcertingly close to Leonardo and peered over his shoulder. Personal boundaries? What good were those? Her lips curled slightly downward when she saw the lady, but it only lasted for a moment. This was Leonardo da Vinci. She couldn't help but find one of his works most appealing to her aesthetics. Alas, that masterpiece did not seem to be here...

"If the papers are troubling you that much... " She whispered softly." Then let me organize them for you.." Angela has worked as a maid recently, perhaps those habits were hard to completely ignore... or she had ulterior motives and needed an excuse to linger here longer.