And follow she did, easily keeping pace with the shorter woman. She could understand Inara's sentiment easily. Nova had requisitioned her own room, and was used to far less. But there was something to be said for having a space to make your own. She'd moved around too much to ever have that though. "I can only imagine. I tend to stay out of the way. But I doubt it would be difficult to begin feeling stifled on this ship.*

Nova took in the details of the room rapidly. The curtains, the silk, the bed, the tea, the table, the couch. She'd never been in a room like this before. Sure she'd seen them, but seeing them as periphirals when gazing at a fat politician through the scope of a high powered rifle, was completely different from being up close to them. A small, genuine smile flickered across her face. It was cozy. "It's very nice, Inara."