No wonder why she was cute and petite. She was from outside the states, namely Japan. Not like he'd tell her she was cute or anything. Still, he responded. "It's because this is America. Land of the free and home to the idiots. We may have it better then most places, but it sure as hell could be a lot better. Still, I read a few things about Japan. Seems like a better place to live then America." Though, his mind shifted to the money. Not much use... if any at all. "Take it. We may run into toll booths or something automated that needs money. Any money we can get would help. Specially for gas as some are the pay and pump kind." He made a disgusted sigh. "Not only did this person have the worst room, but his luggage is just as dirty. I swear, these college dunces only care about getting laid." He then pushed the chest aside and mumbled. Unaware she could hear him. "At least I got the balls and brains to have morals and save myself." He continued looking around and moved to the second bed and picked up the guys black backpack. At least he had good taste in colors. He unzipped and dug through all the pockets finding a binder, paper, pencils, pens, empty folders and notebooks. Clearly, this guy was a slacker, but wait, in the last pocket he found a light. "Well, found a packback with some useful stuff and a lighter. Pot smoker or smoker in general. You are my friend. Hope you don't mind me taking your light... Oh right, like hell your using it. hehehehe..." He grinned as he begun to organize. Using the binder to hold a few pencils and pens, a notebook, a chuck of loose leaf paper and a few folders. Who knew if it may be of some use later on. "So, what made you go into swordsmanship?" he asked, kinda continuing the conversation.