I've offended you.

[As she returns to her feet, Seymour turns to regard her, his expression neutral if contemplative. Not apologetic, not truly, though his words when spoken seem sincere enough.]

My apologies.

[A dip of his head follows before he turns his attention away from her once more.]

We Spirans are taught to take nothing for granted, I'm afraid. This does not exclude help offered by those whose motives might be considered selfish. In your case, you face no great peril and receive monetary compensation for your services...I can see why you might think I needn't be so grateful.

But I mustn't belittle the value of the luxury you provide, either. Your assistance is more than material to me, my quality of life improved not because I will have finer clothing to adorn myself with, but because it will allow me opportunities I might never encounter otherwise. I wish to help the people of this world. This place where...so much emphasis is placed upon appearances.

[A brief pause before he tilts his head to the side again to glimpse her from the corner of his vision.]

Perhaps including something modern would not be remiss after all.