[she's surprised and amused by the flurry of questions, and she tries to keep herself from grinning and coming off as disrespectful as he speaks. When he pauses at the end, she absently rubs a couple fingers against the side of one of her ocular augmetics as she gathers her thoughts.]
Oh, there's loads of reasons why one of the Omnissiah's chosen receives this or that blessing. My first cerebral augmentations were virtually mandatory; I got them in the seminary. All of us did—couldn't have kept up with the work without them. It seemed a terrific honor for juvies like us.
[she smiles, nostalgic, fondly remembering the invasive cranial surgeries of her youth before she continues]