"Spoiled for choice, truly," she says, and grins. She blushes just faintly at the mention of Newt and Kav and whatever they're up to--and Rosie's sure he's not wrong--but takes the remote when it's offered. After a few more minutes of searching, she settles on a nature program, something interesting and scenic, but easy enough to mostly ignore. Putting the remote down, she takes a handful of chips out of the bag before leaning back against the arm of the couch.

"I still wonder how they film things like this," she says, gesturing towards the television, the screen full of a lush and obviously tropical landscape. "I mean, where do the people who're actually from Darrow think this is?"