[Her questioning tone almost lands her an explanation, but the simple fact that there are more important things to discuss is enough to distract him.

For now.]

Really? I figured with you being M.I.A in everything back home they'd have dragged you in a lot faster. I thought that might be how it worked, y'know, once you become useless it's like you're being taken out to the farm? [He explains and promptly regrets it, deciding not to delve any deeper into that nugget.]

I decided I'd really prefer to just sit here in this big, stony whatsit than live in something as pedestrian as a room. The smooth, reflective surfaces are just more me- and who needs a bed when you have rocks?