As Tifa turned away to gaze out the window, Meg lifted her eyes from her plate and watched the other woman thoughtfully for a moment. Eating at a more sedate pace now, she looked down again. "So you're not interested in getting home?" She took another bite, glancing at Tifa again curiously. It seemed to her most people here were desperate to find a way out, not carve a niche for themselves and build a business.