Neda scoffed. "That's what every guy says." She waved off his excuse. Most people liked to think that they chose to be loners and if they really wanted a partner or even friendship they could get it. She didn't buy it. No one wanted to be alone. Though she supposed he conscripting her to be his personal play thing spoke volumes that he didn't want to be alone, though did it really count, forcing it upon someone?<br/><br/>Neda looked at him oddly at the serious tone and defense of his standing. "I was joking." She said, obviously put out that he had taken such a defensive stance. His fridge wouldn't feed the town for long and it wasn't like was forcing people to starve by his own greed that rested in his fridge. Neda didn't look up at him as he commented about changing his mind. She had an idea what kind of mind-changing experience he wanted. "Well, you said I could have as much food as I wanted, if I stayed here." Her nose wrinkled up with mock annoyance as he swatted her hand away. She looked up at him as he readjusted the screen to his liking. "I can cook for us but there is no guarantee we would survive the night." She stepped away from the screen, looking at the packaged meat. "That doesn't look fresh." She had never seen meat cut so finely before. The meat she consumed was fresh off the animal or salted for preservation. Neda looked at him rather amused and almost with a hint of pity as his explanation of the screen. "You ever just not have something on? Enjoy what's around you?" Her town lacked the technology that was here, their entertainment and amusement came from eachother or more basic devices like art, work or simple exploration. She herself enjoyed people watching.<br/><br/>Neda didn't need to be told twice about picking a movie. His instruction of a roundabout later went in one ear and out the other. She went back over to the couch and plopped down, allowing her body to bounce on the cushion before sinking in, her arms spreading out across the soft material. For a while she was silent, reading the titles and then she grinned. Neda glanced back at Nick in the kitchen before she spoke the title of the movie she wanted to try. It seemed to have an appropriate title to his little tiff moments ago.<br/><br/>"Hunger Games. Info." She said, speaking louder than necessary but unaccustomed to using such technology. It was an old movie it looked like, one dated years ago. "Play?" She asked, wondering if that was the right command. The girl watched as the movie jumped to life, beginning in a small run-down mining town. It reminded her of home a bit.