She's shocked by how rudely she's cut off by Freya, and puffs her cheek as a consequence, listening to her sermon. She seems to be oddly insulted by her remarks, crossing her arms and frowning at Freya. "I'm no sheltered child!", she says after letting the information sink in and calming down, huffing in disregard before regaining her composure, before realising how silly she's acting over nothing. "...Right, I suppose I apologise..."
She gets off the table and thinks over her suggestion, her hand lightly caressing her chin as she looks at the ceiling of the bar, staring at it for quite a few moments as a thousand of questions about asteroid bases come up in her mind. She shakes them off and twirls to face Freya once more, smiling eagerly. "So, you happen to be the Quartermaster of this place if you can manage the dorms, no? If such is the case, I'll accept your request. I don't think I would mind being neighbours with you, no matter how blunt you can be. You have other charms to make up for it.", her tone indicates a hint of sarcasm, though it's all playful banter.
Yet, for once, her attitude becomes quite more serious and stern, as if her personality changed in a turn on a dime. "If such is the case, then I'd also like you to show me to whatever medical unit you may have. I'd like to have a check on what your supplies are, and what I can do for you. Introduction to any medical staff you have will also be a necessity if you want me to cooperate better with them, as well as to further my as of yet incomplete formation." If anything, it seemed that she could be serious about what she does, but she takes a pause to scan Freya's reaction for a short moment, before adding to her request: "...If you allow me to continue serving in what I specialize in, of course."
