[ Ryoko blinks, glancing from Shell to the door through which his old man passed to Shell again and -- ah, no. No, nope. No. Does he have to make a face like that? She looks right, then left, then right again. Ah, she's not sure how to fix this. He just looks so sad and the words tumble out of her mouth before she really thinks them through. ]

That was then, though! You're not bound by all that aristocratic red tape here, right? [ Riiight? ] You should think of this as an opportunity to live how you want! Find your own happiness, that sort of thing.

[ Pot, kettle. ]

I'm sure people on this planet will think you're swell! [ Laughing nervously? Look. ]