Toussaint waited while Quinnlash appeared to recalibrate herself. It wasn’t unusual for newcomers to be awestruck by the Ange’s beauty; most would not have expected artistry in a place like the [i]hangar[/i], which was what set the CSC apart from other programs. There were no ‘low points’, no ‘crude machinery’, no concession of craft for practicality because there was no distinction between them. Casoban did things as beautifully as it did expertly, equal and excellent.

But he had the feeling that she wasn’t stunned in the way most people were. This was more like a deer caught in the headlights of an incoming semitruck. It was like the mere idea of luxury was foreign to her. Darroh hadn’t lied, the girl really didn’t get out much. 

Nonetheless, he accepted her thanks and was pleased by her graceful recovery. She seemed eager to get all the formalities out of the way, which he sympathized with, having long grown tired of them himself. Unfortunately their customs were fairly settled. 

“Not today, no. Medical will check you in tomorrow, and introductions are left to your discretion. For now you’re free to settle in, explore as you like, or don’t. Your room is pre-furnished, however you’ll find a catalogue on the wall-screen—feel free to peruse, and should you find anything you like, we can have it moved in. That will come from your stipend, which you will receive every cycle. 

“For the most part, though, your amenities are free. Food is covered anywhere on the Ange, as is entertainment and the like. Should you require accommodations for any passions or hobbies, they may be covered as well. You'll find the CSC is quite flexible when it comes to fostering talent. If you find yourself drawn to something, don't hesitate."