"A maid cafe on a ship, a host club at a high school -- if the latter can work, the former can, too."

Kyouya's voice is calm, almost ignoring Tamaki's hand on his shoulder. But that, in its own way, is an acknowledgement of the gesture. Because he's not trying to remove it.

"We'd need to focus on the natives. Sail to different ports, provide our services, collect our funds. Maybe if we can make enough of a name for ourselves, we can draw in some customers from our fellow outsiders."

His eyes turn on Karen's then, considering her for a moment.

"We'll need to train you and decide on your type. It's effective; there's no need to fix what isn't broken."