"About as 'anything' as your Vor, I think," Kaidan suggests, and gives a nod towards a floral bench that's one part seating and five parts topiary... if topiary was created by regulating gene expression rather than wielding secateurs. Which, for ghem ladies, it quite frequently is. Regardless, it seems like a good place to settle his apparently inebriated conversation partner. "And you guys at least pretend that there's a whole 'first among equals' thing for your aristocracy," he elaborates, gesturing with his drink hand before taking a small sip. "Dr. Amai's gunning for the top, but she's got a ceiling above her that isn't so much glass as a plasma field."