Frowning, Lin Fey stared at the man for another second. He must really not get this at all. Or could he possibly...not care? Lin Fey gave up and dropped into one of the kitchen chairs. He wasn't hungry, so he just toyed with the food, watching it fall over the fork with an unsatisfying slowness. "I didn't have a choice. Many women from my village used this tactic to get to America but there was no way for me. I don't have this..." He struggled for the word, not sure exactly what his change in appearance constituted as. "...this kind of hobby. But how else could I leave?" Placing his fork down again, he sighed without having eaten a bite. Explaining his story to a stranger felt wrong, but he didn't know what else to do right now. He couldn't just leave could he?