Lockon was pretty spot on with his assessment. For whatever reason, Setsuna's estimate makes her laugh -- not much, but a little -- and she brushes some of her own hair off her face. "I know the feeling."

She nodded her head to Lockon, settling into polite posture. The polite smile, the polite everything that she was used to. "I don't think we've properly met before. Setsuna's pretty much introduced me," she said, waving her fingers out of deference for the fact the other man was presently engaged. "I'm generally working down in Medical."

To her, that was enough. A name, a place she 'fit,' and then the rest could be polite conversation, or politely moot. How the hell everything had shifted over to polite when she felt anything but polite toward the situation they lived in, the forces that sought to control them all, and the manipulations of the ship itself, well.

"Is he your usual barber?" She asked Setsuna, a nod toward the fact he was putting up with this kind of contact based on something close enough to trust to pass as it, in her eyes. She wondered, like she usually did, and asked, like she did roughly half the time she wondered.