That same soothing tone again. It really gets under her skin. She's so accustomed to that being her choice of tone when making deals and convincing customers to buy things that she automatically rebels against it. He's also patronizing her, which makes the matter worse. If she had wanted that, she would've settled down and married when her father told her to years ago.

"Culture shock is one thing, but I lost control completely. I can't afford to do that." Not now, not ever.

She takes her mug of coffee (which is made out of some kind of clay that shines and is completely smooth? Strange.) and begins sipping at it immediately in spite of the temperature. "I need a lot more information about this place, how it works, and why it works before I can be comfortable here." Control. She needs it and information is the best way to get it. "Time will aid with that, yes, but the faster I get it, the sooner I will be useful." She leaves off the important part of who she would be useful to, but it matters little. Her mood has taken a decidedly unpleasant turn and her general state of being is petulant.