Hah? The danger doesn't do it for ya? Guess it makes sense--ya don't strike me as a freak.

[A snicker, showing off his jagged teeth. Her attitude and manner of speech still strikes him as the wealthy type, or at least upperclass. Maybe she'd be more at home sipping wine on the balcony of a western style building rather than being forced to share a space with his kind. Ah well.

He thinks for a moment, and then holds up two fingers.]

Just a couple months. Apparently some folks are pushin' a whole ass year, couldn't imagine it. Most of the shit I've seen is folks hooking up in clubs and bars, but they'll set up little bullshit blind dates and the like. Got all sorts of restaurants and shops though. If it wasn't for the whole "here against our wills" thing, you could call it a resort.