[ She's still been eyeing the menu and only nods at the first bit, but the question makes her turn to look at him. Her eyebrows raise slightly and then lower again almost immediately, a, 'what? -- oh,' in facial expression form. ]

Yes.

[ He must be new, she realizes suddenly. That's a strange feeling; only last month she was the new one. Doing the informing is far more familiar to her than being the one receiving information, and it's almost (but not quite) comforting to find the roles have reversed again. Soberly but perhaps without the weight it should probably have, ]

Last time, they put us all in a big room with a bunch of weapons and told everyone to fight to the death. [ A beat. Belatedly, she adds, as though it's of little consequence, ] There were monsters, too, and they weren't the nice kind.