"I'm in the middle of a game," Sasha said stubbornly. He didn't like to socialize here. Probably because he got attached to people too easily, and any one of them was bound to go missing any day. But he [i]was[/i] almost done with his game of solitaire, and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he [i]did [/i]kind of like Xander. From a distance, the man reminded him of a mouthier Amid. 

After his game was over, ending with him being unable to make any more moves, Sasha put the deck back together and begrudgingly got up to transfer to the couch that sat slightly closer to the other two. He leaned on the arm of the couch, propping his head up with his right hand.

"So where are you two from?" He asked, finally. It seemed like a pretty standard conversation starter question.