Jay nodded his head, a smile on his face, "Welcome" he said. He looked to see what Elizabeth was telling him, about where her room was, where the kitchen was, where the bathroom was. As well as the warning of not to get any snacks. Which would be alright for him, right? But what was this about her foster father getting angry? It reminded him of a friend back in Korea whose father was always angry at him for getting bad grades and would beat him. Jay was rather lucky to have parents who encouraged him, much different than most families there in Seoul. Jay nodded his head, "Ok..." Walking over toward the bed, he sat there, and pulled out his cellphone. He appeared to be reading a text from someone, a friend maybe. Though, nobody here would be able to read or understand it, it was in Korean characters.<br/><br/>After a minute or two from the text he had sent back, his phone rang and he answered it. He was speaking in his native language. "yeoboseyo? o! annyeonghaseyo!" [Hello? Oh! Hello!] There was a pause for a moment, and he just smiled, "ne, jal jinaego issseubnida." [Yes, I am doing fine.] Another pause as he glanced up to look at Elizabeth. "ne, migug eseo" [Yes, I am in America] Another pause, and after what his friend told him, he started to laugh and smile a bit, "jeongmal? geuge sasil-ingayo?" [Really? Is that true?]