[She doesn't get much of what he says. The way he describes music and roses go right over her head. His appreciation for order, however, is easy for her to grasp.]

Okay, I get it. [She nods to herself, the motion sure.] Rules are important. People can't exist together if they don't decide what's not allowed first.

[Even if they were existing together as a commune of killers-for-hire. Maybe especially then — they were already existing outside the bounds of normal law, so they needed to draw their lines that much more clearly. The Hashshashin weren't a pack of wild dogs, after all.]

So, your job is important, too.