"How delightfully pedestrian," Karana said with an amused smile - although whether her comment referred to the apron or the cuisine was anyone's guess. Feeling a bit pedestrian herself, she reached back to shift herself up on the counter, although despite her choice of locale, her posture was impeccable.Morgan shrugged. "Why, of course I'd an apron. I'd hate to get any stains on my clothes," he commented, absent mindedly stirring his impressive pot of chili. "I know it isn't exactly high cuisine, but it sure will satisfy your appetite, if you're hungry." He turned to Karana, letting his chili sit. "I still don't fully understand. Why are you here?" He crossed his arms. "I'm not saying I don't want you here, but you aren't the type I'd expect to see in this kind of work. There has to be some reason you're here, I doubt it is for the money..."
"It may sound trite, but my reasons for being here are actually quite simple. I want to broaden my horizons. I have experience enough with boardrooms and meeting rooms, with finances and stocks and accounting..." She shrugged a shoulder, dismissive. "But most of what I encounter there is expected. Everything is planned - board meeting at nine, consultation at ten, review at eleven, and so on. I was looking to improve my experience in dealing with situations that are unexpected. Your Nine-Tailed Fox... let us just say I would be very surprised if everything goes as expected. I look forward to the challenge of it."
Indeed, it had proven unexpected already. Shade was... unforseen, a race Karana didn't know about, obviously out of her element, and handling her was going to prove an interesting challenge to take on. The rest of the crew, while Karana hadn't yet had much opportunity to debrief them, all seemed incredibly diverse, and she thought she would learn far more about managing interpersonal relations by the end of the mission than she would have in twice the time at a more staid corporation. "What about you?" she inquired, discreetly, "You strike me as... someone who's too far in to all this for it to be just about money. A man like you could get a mercenary-esque position anywhere, I should think. Why here? Why this? Why you, Morgan Blackwell?"