<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YaDOWds.jpg)</div>Sam nodded at Comy's clarifications, then paused in thought. "Are... Are you going to be<em>steaming</em>something? And if so would you prefer your<em>room</em>soundproofed or a<em>recording studio</em>set up?" She thought for a moment. "There's an extra storage room next to the bedroom I was thinking of giving you, I could have a new door added to your room and the existing door sealed of and that would give you an extra room for all the equipment you'd need. Would that serve? I've already got the best internet available." Sam saw the blush, but mistook it for embarrassment over trying to figure out cameras and the like then it's true source. "Of course! I'll be happy to help you compare and test anything you might need for your job! It's part of my job in helping you adjust to living here after all!"<br/><br/>When Comy explained her desired 'fun', Sam couldn't stop herself from facepalming in disbelief and embarrassment before peaking out at the rodent girl once more. She picked up the answer sheet and looked at it again, before turning back to her guest. "I know what 'talking about things' is, and yes, lots of people enjoy that here. But I think someone gave you too high level a dictionary because I didn't understand what the 'memetic design space' was, or how it could be 'divers', much less how to study it through 'diverse and inclusive selection of external modes'..." She looked up from the sheet. "Most people don't talk like that, and using overly precise or fancy words can get you in just as much trouble as being too vague and uncommunicative. I think that, if you choose to stay with me, we're going to have to have regular conversations and maybe go over some novels and movies or TV shows to help you tell apart normal speech from... whatever one would call this. I'm supposed to help you all get along in our world, and making sure you don't get fired, mocked, or<em>mugged</em>because you talk different seems like an important part of that goal. It's bad enough how some idiots are going to treat you all for just not being humans!" Her lip curled in disgust at such bigots as she spoke and it was clear Sam was genuinely concerned for Comy's well-being. "Did you have any other concerns or questions for me? I've got to be acceptable as a Host for you just as much as I need to make sure you're a Guest I feel I can help after all!"<br/><br/><br/>When the other agents, press and lawyer showed up Sam looked on nervously. Then Miss Kaifox showed up and Sam froze in her seat, torn between shock, terror, and lust! Then the Agency Head started speaking and Sam became more and more nervous as she felt increasingly out of depth, blushing as the Wright looked at her while growling about 'bureaucracy'. It was when Kaifox spoke about the<em>threat</em>to Ponipua, the adorable flower girl, that she suddenly sat up looking angry! "You mean this... Dalton guy, he might try to<em>hurt</em>her?!" She looked over a Zenress. "You're a lawyer right? Can you get me some 'trespassers will be shot' signs that'll actually hold up in court? Something like 'by passing this point without an invitation you agree to surrender all rights for yourself or your heirs to seek compensation for injury or death caused by the residents of this home or their invited guests'? Because if anyone tries to hurt her on<em>my property</em>I'm going to shoot them in the face!"<br/><br/>She looked back up at Kaifox and nodded determinedly when she talked about feeding, caring for, and protecting her guests. "Any chance I can get the Agency to supplement my funds for adding a security system? Or a second security fence around the privacy fence?" She accepted the card from the air, looking like a knight accepting a quest to battle so serious was her expression. "I'll do everything I can to keep them safe and happy. They'll get to<em>my</em>guests only over my<em>dead body</em>!"