"I suppose you have a point." The characters in the movies didn't know they were in a movie. Still the comparison bothered her. This was her life not fiction. It was very serious but she suppose to him it wasn't. It wasn't his life. He'd be able to go home now that she had the chip. She had no idea what was on the chip or if it would do her any good but she knew it was important. It had to be for her father to be looking for it after so many years. 

Roxy rolled her eyes at the question. She reached for the radio and started scanning for a decent station. "Yes music exists where I come from." She stopped the radio at an alternative rock station. "What kind of music do you play?" She hadn't really thought about the life he left behind. She couldn't do anything about what he lost so she pushed it to the back of her mind.