Mia Dearden is slouching in a plush orange chair, her feet up on the adjacent chair. She's playing with toothpicks, and rubber bands that, up until a few minutes ago, held the napkins and utensils together. She's seated next to a table with several chairs and just a few feet from her are two wall-mounted TVs. She places a TV remote down on the table and lazily rolls her head to the side.
"This is boooooring, there's no cable in this piece of junk hotel. Let's play a game, like Hangman or 21 Questions or something. Or you could just talk to me or tell me something, like what you ate this morning or something you'd never tell anyone else or whatever."