[ He's tempted to ask, but if he does he thinks it's probably only fair to warn her of the chaos he left behind when he was snatched up and thrown here, and he's not sure if he's quite ready to divulge that information yet. But then again, maybe it doesn't really matter, not while they're stuck here with no way of escape.

There's a hint of a smile that touches his own lips as he watches her, thinks she's got a nice smile and if he can bring it out more then he'll try harder to make it happen. ]

Is it something you actually enjoy doing? [ Most might wonder if he actually even cares, but he sounds genuinely interested; if she does, he'll leave her to it, but otherwise he'll happily share the work. ] I'm no stranger to living with the bare minimum, but it's different here knowing there's no other option. I'm learning to resent it.