She hesitates - visibly, more visibly than she'd probably like if she were thinking about it, but it takes so much energy and she can only concentrate on so many parts of herself at once when she's so tired all the time, still - but it's...enough, she decides. It's all right. A hint of skittishness lingers, in understated contrast to the way she presented herself in arrival, but she supplies, “Ilde Decima,” obligingly and while 'Miss Decima' isn't really accurate, she's accustomed to the assumption and doesn't much mind it any more.

“And yes. Thank you for this.”

Authorial bias is relatively clear from the first, but it could be worse; while they seem a bit more fanciful than properly grounded in their subject, the tone is admiration and interest in the potential achievements of species in tandem.

(All things considered, it's a view-point Ilde could do with hearing, now and then.)