Nodding at the explanations, though she had plenty of questions just waiting to be asked, Yorda stepped into her room, keeping the door open for the others. Her room was left undecorated and mostly bare of furniture except for a few chairs and a bed. There was also the supplies Urd had given her, as well as a neat stack of books on various subjects, a sketchbook with some crude drawings in it, and a notebook filled with scientific notes - Mao insisted that any lab assistant of his be caught up on their subjects, and so Yorda had learned to write quickly - in her native language, of course. Learning to type aside, she didn't quite grasp the means to write in the language she'd suddenly found herself knowing in Paixao.

Beaming, Yorda nodded, moving to pick up her sketchbook and her small, but growing, collection of colored pencils and paints. "I would like that." She glanced over at Xion, noting the other girl's quiet. "Would you enjoy it?" she asked her, shyly.