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Anca raised an eyebrow in response to his offer, "You are trying to get me in the bedroom on the first night?" She smirked to let him know it was only a joke, but it did work both ways here. Anca knew what he meant, but she liked to ruffle the feathers of others. You find out what they really are like that way. "I suppose there is likely an impending shortage on blankets, so good thinking on your part, body heat and all..." She smiled again and held up an apologetic hand to express once again that she was only joking. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough light in the room to see if he blushed easily or not...

Anca's whole plan was to joke around and relax him but she seemed to be doing quite the opposite, from what she could tell. She'd planned on making another naughty joke but with a smirk on her face, she decided against it. Anca stretched out on the couch, extending her arms far over her head, pointing her toes hidden under brown leather boots. Though she kept her feet on the ground, the rest of her body had taken to the couch as though she meant to go to sleep, but she couldn't allow herself to do it. For now, laying down was a small comfort she would not take for granted. She watched him now as she laid here facing him. She had no shame in watching him either. "I don't think your neighbors could be mad that you stole their couch... You're putting it to such good use," she smiled faintly, her arms folded under her head, propping it up.

Her eyes lingered on him, where ever he moved, how he folded his clothing immediately after taking it off, which she noticed a lot more than the folding.

When Taylor came back into the room, Anca stood quickly, a particular seriousness on her face as she walked cautiously to him. When she stood in front of him, she looked up for a moment and then hugged him, "Thank you for doing this for me," She knew what kind of people there were out there. He could easily have turned her away, and she knew it. Instead he was being generous and kind. That was rare to find in someone before the plague. It was nice to feel something so real for a change, something living and breathing as she was.

When Anca let go of him she went back to the couch, though now she was sitting upright and was looking at a blank TV screen, holding and imaginary remote in her hand, pretending to press buttons, "Did you forget to pay your cable bill?" she said very seriously, but of course she was joking again. The power was out. They would probably never watch TV again. So she made jokes about it. Somehow, Anca always found a way to make Taylor more uptight around her. She'd pulled out all of her techniques that had worked on guys before this plague had begun and now, these maneuvers were taking her in the wrong direction. So now she would try small, innocent jokes, since jokes about the bedroom, her personal favorite type of jokes, did not work as she'd expected them to.

Anca turned to lean her back against the armrest so that she was completely facing him now. She rested and elbow on the back of the couch and pulled her hair back away from her face, "No," she said simply and was planning on leaving it there, but she figured the next question was going to be 'From where?' so she decided to skip a step. "When the plague struck in the Middle East, my entire family had me shipped here, from Romania. I haven't seen them since." She looked down at her fingernails. She'd been such a prim and proper girl before this. Normally she would have had a fit seeing the state of her nails, how filthy her clothes were... Things were different. After a long pause she looked back up at Taylor, her pupils large and dark from the lack of light, "I'm sorry to hear about your parents..." She didn't have the courage to say it earlier. Now she did.

Anca's eyes glistened as he spoke about his parents 'taking the easy way out.' She wasn't sure if that meant they'd taken their own lives but she would never ask that. It felt wrong. When he commented on her family regretting sending her here, she shrugged, "After I got here, the broadcasting stations shut down. I haven't heard from that part of the world since I left. I don't even know what it's like, if the plague has reached there... I hate thinking it, but I'm sure it has..." She tugged on a thread from her jeans, "So where were you going when you flew over my country?" Her eyes met his again, and she held them there, only occasionally her gaze slipping to specific features on his face, like his strong jawline, or his pronounced cheekbones, or his lips. But always her eyes returned and bore into his like she was studying in school again, the wings of a Great Spangled Fritillary butterfly, indigenous to North America, the way her eyes had been so wide and curious.

"Soldier boy, eh?" Anca smirked presumptuously, "A man-in-uni-form..." She spaced her words here, giving the last three emphasis. Now she thought more schematically, not that it was anything important, just for her own curiosity, she wanted to see if he would cooperate, "So three years," she pretending to be doing math in her head, "You started when? Don't tell me, three years added with, say, 19 years... would make you..." Anca trailed off, waiting to see if he would take the bait, licking her lips as she traced a finger through the air, still pretending to add up his years...