She... moves at her own pace. Her conference room aboard the Asura is decorated with bonsai trees, she takes milk and sugar in her green tea, and she's the nicest ranking officer in the Bureau's navy that you'll ever meet, for better or worse. But... I can't complain. After all, I'm halfway across known space on a military peacekeeping intervention, and my mother's just up in orbit, a quick teleport away. It's reassuring.

[Chrono gives her an amused glance, but seems to pause for a moment, then turns back to her with a pondering look.] Did you leave family behind in Old Seattle, or...?