[Definitely archaic for her, but her Tradeline communicator doesn't work here - how could it, it's the only one of its kind? - so she's learned to get along with them. She'd explain more, but he appears to be figuring it out well enough, so she leaves him to it.]

I mean, we don't know each other. Maybe it'll turn out we don't have any shared values. I hope not, but it's possible. I don't care if people annoy me, but- [she turns very serious for a moment] -I'm the only one here from my culture, and sometimes things don't carry, so if we ever offend one another, or we don't understand, we've got to ask, alright? Fair contract?

[She ponders what he's said about his work, and then nods.] Some sort of aristocrat, then. I've never properly understood those systems. My father was just Director Kittredge, back home. [Ari could never call someone master. It's horribly servile - but she's trying to be understanding.]