Diya's interested at the program mentioned is clear; she makes no effort at hiding it. The lack of details doesn't surprise her; it's not as though she ever goes about disclosing anything but the vaguest basics about the Star Crèche's operations even among the ghem. But those scant details are quite enough for Diya. The rest...well, they have a blood sample now.

"Ambitious indeed," Diya murmurs, and though her voice is always level bodering on toneless, there is undoubtedly a hint of appreciation in there. If this woman is any indication, they had obviously achieved some measure of success.

At the question, she draws herself up slightly -- she's tall, nearly as tall as the CMO at six feet -- chin raised slightly in a thoroughly hautish look of demure pride. "I am," she confirms, "in fact, the only haut here." She fixes Natasha with an odd look, an angled curiosity. "Few exotics seem to appreciate there is a difference."