There's a pause, and then Stahma laughs, very softly. "I suppose you're right." She seems to consider a moment before adding, with another of those smiles, "It suits you. I think it's lovely."

It's hardly as if Stahma is shy, either, though for the sake of not drawing too much attention to herself, she's practiced at putting up a modest facade. She sips her tea, carefully, taking note of the flavor. Something to try again, perhaps.

"Stressed may be the wrong word. I've only recently arrived. It is... a little overwhelming," she clarifies. "I have not been in space in a very long time." And the Arks were nothing like this.

The soft rattle of the ball in Noriko's hand draws Stahma's attention to it. She isn't much for games or toys like that... although now that she looks more closely, she's not even quite sure she knows what it is.

"What is it?" she asks, sounding unsure but curious.