"Angry are you?" she muttered, not glancing at the woman, letting her get her fury out before addressing her at all "Done?  Feel better after that?  Hope so... but Matron do realize it might not be so bad."<br/><br/>Knowing the ship was on course - and nothing in front for her to hit - she turned and went to the Matron, taking a seat on the bench next to her.  Unlike the matron, her posture was relaxed, undignified, certainly not proper or that or a maid, maiden, or matron.  Putting an arm around her shoulders, she gave her a sidelong glance.<br/><br/>"Admittedly, the idea of House politics makes me want to jump off of this ship and embrace the ground with open arms." she started in, smirking a bit at the thought of her own death - morbidly humorous was the sight - but then composed herself "But I would think that her... what's the word... 'shame' could be overwritten if the right...<em>positive</em>action was taken.  I would assume that 'reputation' is one thing, but<em>ability</em>is another.  Would you not prefer to have a skillful whore as a leader than a talentless maiden?  If your daughter were to be the best<em>damn</em>Matron the House had ever produced... perhaps the fortune could look another way..."<br/><br/>Hey, it was a thought, and again Doxi knew as much about House politics as she did about alternate planes of existence.  Made logical sense though.<br/><br/>"That said, is everything always 'productive' or 'unproductive' with you?  Ever do anything just because you enjoy it, or for fun?"