( Look, she's a "stew person"; give her water, vegetables, and spices, and she'd be perfectly content. It was just another aspect she might have connected with him on and to make conversation over their meal, so it isn't terribly important in the end. She'll eat while he types up his reply, synthetic voice conveying his answer to her as he dug back in. )

That's a shame. I hope you weren't alone, then...? I don't know if I could stand it for more than a day or two.

( She's a people person through and through, and she doesn't... like being alone. She much prefers being surrounded in life and the sounds of it; people's breathing, their footsteps, their shifting in a nearby cot or sleeping bag. It all set her at ease. But he seems to be enjoying listening to her, attention rapt even as she watches his confusion break through the soil and grow, and her amusement mirrors it in turn. )

No, I don't suppose they seem like it to some. But yes, I am serious; what would proper pastimes for a woman be, where you're from?

( She doesn't seem annoyed in the least with such a statement, and his answer will give her better clarity to the sort of times he's come from. )