The role of interpreter, even simply discussing it, was a far more familiar and comfortable ground for Keyuri, as she was able to step outside of her own shyness in order to tackle a role so needed. "I do. I like the idea of bridging the gap between the Deaf community and the hearing world." They were nearing the bottom of the staircase, likely the one needed to get to her floor, to her room, and to her Hugo, "There aren't many of those of us who are Deaf aboard." Only one who spoke Auslan, the Northern dialect.
It was a relief when they reached the end, it was. Not for the fact that she would be soon be parting from Flint's company, but because she would be within her own room, with Hugo. "Oh good," after a moment, perhaps less, of hesitation, Keyuri nodded and pointed to one side, towards her stateroom. "Over here, it's not far."