"Oooo, a job! What type of job? Rumors are rumors and there is no proof it's true or not. Well I can tell you the people who thinks birds are surveillance by the government are wrong. Honestly pets would be much better," She said cheerfully still.

His brows furrowed and he seemed confused; so unlike most history about him being crazy and rash. "... Government? Pets?" He asked. One for sure thing, he was known as an orphan from age 5. He wasn't up to date on these things.

"Hm? Nevermind! You wouldn't believe most the things I have to say anyway. Not up to date? Do you at least know what a tv is? I mean, even people who don't have tv's, they know they exist," She kept chatting, not really seeming bothered by his reputation or his reactions.

He shook his head at her question, pulling his hat down. he knew he couldn't get attached, he had a job.

"Really? Wow! I'll have to show you... right now! Let's go," She stood up, grabbing Marco's hand and dragging him into her house, "Have you seen anything on a tv? What do you want to watch?"

He stared at her, stunned.

"What is that? You like comedy? Of course," She said still cheerful as she flicked the channel over to a comedy and started laughing at the funny animations.

He was shocked by the strange things called 'animations'. They weren't people and he stared in shock. "Woah..."

"I know, so funny," She said starting to laugh even harder at the funniness of the animation, "And you don't watch these?"

he shook his head. "I... " He trailed off, thinking of his run down house of all wood and a few pieces of furniture.