[It's an odd combination of deliberately, aesthetically low-tech and subtly, elegantly high-tech, even clarketech. It's unclear where the soft near-full-spectrum light is coming from; there are panels on the wall that blend in almost perfectly with the abstract dappled greens but could become grid stations at need. There's an efficiency to the layout that suggests space was limited, or that these are standard accommodations for someone not particularly high ranking - or in fact both. Jedao keeps it both very neat and very clean; the only signs of personality are a stack of library books, mostly Earth philosophy and history, beneath the table, and a handful of what look like futuristic protein bars in a leaf-like bowl on the side table next to the sofa. The labels are in an alphabet which resembles, but isn't, Hangul.

Jedao motions for them to sit and pours for each of them.]

I suppose it would be bad manners to leave you in suspense, then.

To be very blunt, I'm interested in what you're capable of. If I asked you to give me a memory, which one would you pick?