"I don't..." he spoke before he remembered the differences in language and wrote, "I don't know." on the paper. remembering that she was an intelligent creature, possibly some sort of dominant species according to what he had read on the internet, he added more to the paper.<br/><br/>"Do you know what a fighting game is?" he knew the controllers were big, but he also knew you did not need to read to play a fighting game(which, while fundamentally having different characters here due to not being humans, the game he had in mind had the same basic fighting mechanics as a certain Nintendo property)<br/><br/>Turning to the cabinet under the tv, he moved the Gamestation out from the drawer and put a controller down near her, assuming it would at the very least help her relax to play some mind-numbing games with him. Still... would she ever be able to go home? thinking of it on his end... if he was in her shoes he'd be terrified right now...<br/><br/>"What a trooper..." he muttered as the game shouted "SUPER... SMAAAAAAAAASH BROTHEEEEEEEEERS!" in dog... but it was evident that was the intended words to some degree aat least.