She sits with his comments, bringing her attention back to the screen for a second to catch up on what their minor conversation might have sidetracked her from. It wasn't much, and her interest in the movie was dropping at this point.

Another sip of soda and, "I'm not saying you two are buddies or anything, you know." It's just that she can't fathom talking to the guy. Guy? Infernal being. Lord of the Underworld. Whatever.

"I haven't spoken to him at all," she tells him, as though she wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not, or something she could avoid always.