Ahkmenrah nods placidly, as Chris tries to shake off his title, but he's made up his mind. He has to call you something, and Guardian of Brooklyn is taken. "You study computers? that's fascinating. I would have thought they were too new to formally educate people about..."

Eighty years ago, Cambridge University was big on teaching things that had at least a few hundred years of history behind them. Ahkmenrah starts out into the corridor, his attention still fully on Chris, despite the small swarm of primitively carved figurines that are scampering past them, and the gentle hoof beats of antelope departing behind them.

"There's a computer in the lobby, but I don't really have cause to use it. The Romans like it a lot." In other words, The Romans completely hog it, and only let Ahkmenrah go on it when they want to show him how to set up an account on some new website that he then never gets to visit, "And the last night guard had a Samsung?"

He'd not been great with the Samsung either.