"I don't know how likely disease is to be a problem, but that'd be greatly appreciated."

"What might be an effective way for me to learn about your diseases, in that case?

In our world, diseases can divide into two types, very broadly - the merely biological tend to be fairly simple to handle magically, the magical or also magical ones can be less so, though we have recourse for most of the known ones at this point, and systems for working on improvements and being prepared for new one when they make themselves known."

"...I think all of our diseases are purely biological? Shinobi don't get sick as often so I haven't really had experience..."

"I don't know where good information is. Tetsuma might, or there might be literature in the city I can grab next time I'm out scouting."

"I will be glad to look at literature or speak to someone with knowledge.

If this seems an advantageous area to begin in quickly, I might do a few examinations of people, if there are any willing, for the basic biology. Then - do you have minor illnesses? Colds and the like? That someone perhaps might have and this would not be remarkable. And do you have illnesses people recover from? Especially if they then do not get them again. I'd want to examine those people, there's likely information to be gained from it."

"If you'd like. And - yes and yes. I can ask around. ...Thank you."

"You're quite welcome."

There's a lull, and then Mariko knocks on the door and enters. 

"Got the guard situation sorted out. Lee, are you staying with us?"

(She does not currently have the highest opinion of local leadership, but that is also not currently something to remark on.)

She looks at Mariko when she comes in, then at Rian in response to the question.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like."

"Thank you. I appreciate your hospitality.

May I ask what your leadership structure is like? I have gotten the impression that you are in a position of authority -."

"It's no problem.

"It's - a bit ad hoc. We used to have the daimyo ruling the countries, and the clan heads ruling the shinobi clans. I'm considered the authority on fighting Kaguya, and I've ended up being the main organizer for everyday things just by virtue of being interested. The civilians usually come to me for arbitration, and as the most powerful person around the shinobi at least respect me enough that I can break up fights, but... Well. We haven't really had enough non-crisis time to sit down and work out a formal leadership system, and for now what's left of the clans probably wouldn't agree on one."

"Understood." She is quite competent at handling both frustrations and temptations, and does not expect them to produce problems, externally nor internally overmuch. 

She shrugs uncomfortable. "So... I'm guessing you might be hungry?"

She notices.

"My apologies, have I done something to distress you?

I would certainly appreciate guidance as to how obtaining meals is organized here, yes."

"Nothing really. I'm still not used to my position. Or to being the one hosting guests."

"C'mon, the kitchens are this way. We usually all eat in the cafeteria, but a lot of the shinobi have irregular hours, so there's always food to be found, even if it isn't always hot. You're also allowed to cook during non-main-meal times, long as you clean up after yourself."

"I see. My sympathy." 

She follows.

"You did not hold such a position before the war, then?"

"Nope. I was the daughter of the clan head - my mother - but I was the middle child. Growing up, the position was supposed to go to either my sister or my brother - my sister if my mother decided to go with the eldest, my brother if she decided to follow tradition and name a son as her heir. Ultimately my brother became clan head. I mostly spent my time on the battlefield."

She decides to let some response to the 'tradition' show in her body language.

"This was battles with other clans?"

Rian doesn't really show much of her own opinion of the tradition. 

"Yeah."

She gives conversational acknowledgement.

She observes the areas they're walking through.

It's pretty much yet more stone hallways, mostly lit by what looks like glowing calligraphy, forming the symbol for 'light', surrounded by untranslatable squiggles. There's signs, luckily, pointing the way to major points of interest: the dorms, the exits, the cafeteria, the school rooms. 

The cafeteria itself is the largest room yet, and looks like it probably echoes horribly when full. The kitchen's decently well designed, though the stocks lack variety - mostly meat and wild-growing plants that're easy to harvest quickly.

She concentrates to attempt to read the writing; succeeds.  Notes maps in her head.

Variety is not a concern, though she'll need to look into nutritional completeness. As well as whether this food is consumeable for her to begin with.

"I'd like to attempt a test if I'm to try to eat, being in a different world. If that is not a problem. The food will not be harmed by it."

"Go ahead."

Magical investigation of the present food.

She watches with interest.

(Lee might notice her eyes flashing red.)

The food is edible - lean venison, various fruits, a bit of rice left over, nuts, tubers, mushrooms.