[Rosethorn considers not responding. She doesn't want her morale improved, thanks ever so. And she won't admit she needs it, even if the gardens are the only thing keeping her relatively calm and sane.

In the end, it's curiosity that prompts a response. She'll answer his questions before asking one of her own.]

My name is Rosethorn. I'd much rather be at home than on board, and I'll thank you to keep your hugs to yourself.

Papyrus is a plant, but it's not native to my country. If you were named for it, it must be common in yours. Have you seen it growing? [No, this woman doesn't have a one-track mind at all.]