Nick let out a bit of a chuckle at Neda's feigned naivety. Whether or not it was an honest misunderstanding or not, it did not bother Nick at all. His former commander had a conscript, and she did well until his commander's will released her from her service. But his commander was sure to get Nick prepared when the responsibility fell to him, going so far as to explain to some conscripts the specifics of their conditions, whichever base they ended up being shipped off to. "Well, that wasn't all that I was meaning, Neda," Nick said, standing. "While I have in the past been able to, my current position does not allow for much time for a social life that is off the base. Conscription solves that problem for me. You'll be serving as both a soldier and my companion. And unless you wish to start immediately, both can wait for tomorrow."<br/><br/>Nick strolled towards the kitchen, but he was not silent. "TV, on. News lower right corner, small screen. Movie collection, main screen. Kitchen monitor, debriefings and Kingdom reports," he said, and the penthouse came alive. From a small slit in the ceiling, just above the windows, a screen began to descend, coming to rest in front of the view out towards the city. Once it was fully extended, the screen came to life, a large list of titles simply scrolling by silently, while a box in the corner that was superimposed onto said list began to play the local news. And finally, in the kitchen, a section of the counter opened up and another screen, this time about the size of a computer screen, came out. While Neda could not see what it was playing from the couch, the quiet words of someone reading off various military jargon began to fill the kitchen.<br/><br/>Nick opened both the fridge and the freezer, staring into it for a moment. "Is there anything in particular you would like for...." Nick called, leaning back to look outside. "... a late lunch? I read that your town did not get much in the way of food supplies past what you could kill or harvest, so I assume something big." He was not being rude, simply stating the facts. Nick was attempting to be hospitable, help her ease into this new life by offering things that he was sure she would appreciate instead of going directly for her secondary purpose on this base. Inside the fridge was a plethora of foods in various stages of preparation. It was stocked to the brim based on Nick's personal tastes, so there was little -aside from the more expensive or time consuming dishes- that wouldn't be able to be prepared for the two of them.