Micah has mostly been keeping to themself for obvious reasons -- all sympathies aside, they don't feel especially warm or comfortable around the ghem. They know precisely what the ghem mean by guest, and Micah knows their hospitality doesn't come with early check-out.

But Micah knows Deanna isn't one of the ghem, and they blink up at her with an expression of diffident surprise. They toe the line of androgyny, but lean a little more toward the femme in presentation. After a moment they smile slightly.

"By all means." They gesture to the seat across from them with a nod. "You're -- sorry for using the Cetagandans' very, uh, charming term -- you're one of the exotics, right?"