[She nods at the mention of the drum. It makes sense. Like the signal lights on a starship. How Jeff could be not Jeff she can't guess at, but she already knows that if she asks, she's going to get an explanation that won't make much sense. Ari's not sure that she'll get along with all these musical types, especially if they remind Nobunaga of an impetuous little boy from his homeland. (She'd be even more confused to learn that the 'pageboy' is older than she is!)

When he explains about the monks, Ari can't help it. She starts laughing.]

I'm sorry, they just... really?

[If she'd been with the other younger lieutenants on her ship, she'd definitely have made some remark to the effect that at least it mattered to them that young men knew how to please a woman - but with someone that bit older, she feels as if a bit more decorum is necessary.] They sound... profoundly hypocritical. What do you like to read, then? I suppose I'll have the opportunity here, and I've got a stack of files on my slate computer that I've always intended to look through.

[She's not sure how being in his own country would change his response to Tradeline customs of privacy, but she accepts that it would, in some way.] It was impossible for anything to be private, to be just for you, because you owned it all? [That's her closest guess, at least.] I do understand, I think. I don't like that this isn't my ship, that I don't have any authority or responsibility here, that I don't have a department to look after, something to give meaning to the day. I don't like not having control over everything - and I know I didn't back home, but I trusted my captain, so that was different. All of that must be worse for you. You had a whole country.