Ona just sighed, giving a silent shake of her head as she stepped carefully to drop the key on the counter like he asked. No point in arguing with him. It was his apartment, not hers... men. The thought made her sneer slightly with a thought of "Ick". Perhaps another reason to justify forever being alone. Men were dirty. She didn't want to deal with a dirty man. It was a good way to excuse her perpetual isolation at least. 

She stepped over to a bar stool layered in jackets and scooped them up carefully trying to not imagine the potential for a bug to come crawling out or whether or not they'd been cleaned since he last wore them. She set them on the next chair down and gingerly dusted at the seat with her fingers. For a moment she considered just standing instead of risking that the cushion might leave a circle of dust on her black pants, but her ribs were aching from her bindings and the shallow breathing they caused tended to leave her without much energy. She carefully warily perched just on the edge of the seat and watched him as he mixed her drink. 

[color=bc8dbf]"So did you meet anyone nice on your vacation? I overheard that the shift supervisor on B level got married when he was on vacation... they were saying how he was still trying to work out the paperwork to get the girl in to the country. Not as easy as it used to be I guess... all those people who were just marrying to get in then divorcing and running off."[/color]

At first it almost sounded like a good idea - go to a tropical country and bring back some beautiful exotic partner who you knew for sure didn't work for any of the companies... yet. It felt safer for someone in Ona's position than Ona imagined it being trying to date and pretend to be non-biased. But the curiosity in her eyes darkened. 

[color=bc8dbf]"I heard that if you bring someone in to the country now you're responsible for their actions... so if they run off or they do something, break the law or something, that you can be fined and go to jail on their behalf."[/color]