[ He's just going to give her a Look for a moment at that ... though Falin might notice the way his face has gone a little red. 'Having fun' in this place is a loaded statement, after all, and there's no way he wants to answer it out loud. ]

It's -- whatever. It's a long time, but I'm stuck here, so I gotta deal with it, I guess.

[ It's a long time, but also nowhere near as long as the time he was held captive in Milgram. Complicated.

Anyway, more importantly: ]

We gotta get you some clothes. [ Sorry Falin, now that he has designated you His Responsibility (nobody asked for this???), Fuuta mutters half to himself as he scuffs a hand through his hair. The hand reaching for him might have gone unnoticed, but that doesn't mean he's planning on just abandoning her here. ] You probably don't have any chips if you just got here, though ...