[ Moving over is enough of an invitation, and so she shifts to follow him. She uses the time while Yusuf is speaking to make herself comfortable, though she's still listening; it distracts her from interrupting before he has to pause to take a breath, and maybe it gives Yusuf something to focus on other than Ariadne propping herself up on his pillows, leaning into his side to keep looking at his notes. ]

Expensive and highly regulated, yeah, because the government wouldn't want an increase in suicides or addictions or accidental thought theft. [ One knee, the one furthest away from Yusuf, is bent upward and Ariadne's arm drapes across it. ] ... But there aren't any regulations here. No one even really knows it exists. [ Pause. ] And the both of you like money.

[ There's a bit of a grin as she says that; while there's still that unspoken you didn't tell us about the dangers lingering in the background, Ariadne's just fine with poking fun at gamblers and thieves and others who like to line their pockets. ] So... an arcade? Or something similar?