'I certainly care about it,' says Tayrey, with a definite nod and absolutely no cultural context. 'One's a luxury product where I'm from and the other's completely taboo for my people.' To the point that before she went out-of-sector, her only reference for meat-eating was horror stories about the stranded and starving. Even seeing it on a table alongside other foods was something that took adjustment, to say the least.

'That means I appreciate the labels, very much,' she continues, stepping closer to Anzu. I don't know any of your Holy Tongue, but I'm a quick learner, yes?' Tayrey flashes him a quick smile, before sticking out a hand by way of greeting. 'Peace and prosperity to you. I'm Lieutenant Ari Tayrey, of the Tradelines.'

She's hoping that might put a stop to the dearest and darling talk. It must be the uniform that gives her presence; she's sorely missing it right now. Passing for lieutenant young even by Tradeline standards taught her to be conscious of such things.