Diya's eyebrows raise mere millimeters. "Not in the science-medical complex, no, I would imagine not," she says smoothly, although her voice hints at condescension, as though Tarn were a bit slow. "Perhaps one of the art gardens would offer you some solitude. We do not, however, have the luxury of space enough to give you your own dedicated quarters."

There is a note to her voice that suggests this notion is totally preposterous.