[In response, she removes the remaining original ~thing~ from the arm to the back of the chair above her shoulder, chuckling at its vibrations.]

I'm not, no. A colleague was. Or her parents were at least. I know a friend's grandfather was. [Kaname offers him a sympathetic smile. Really, it's fine. But she'll focus on his change of topic to ease his self inflicted awkwardness.]

It does. I'm a singer, part of a group. We're often called to perform on other planets or [in the middle of a battle in space] ships, often times on short notice.

[She says it very matter of factly, not sure how else to address it, since it'll likely be odd to him regardless.] What about you?