She nods and goes to get the drink, movements somehow both elegant and efficient and the blonde has a glass of bourbon set in front of her seconds later.

Inej grimaces at the pause. She knows how it sounds, and she doesn't like it either, although for different reasons, it seems. She hums thoughtfully at the idea- she at least has some general idea of what a movie is, now, thanks to Dean, but she still hasn't seen many. But if she places the word movie with play, it's usually comparable enough she can follow the conversation of them either way.

"They do, because there's not much else that sounds any better, I suppose." Kidnapped. Stolen. Displaced. There were plenty of words to describe the situation, but... Inej didn't like any of them any more than Summoned, so she just went with it. "It's how the locals distinguish us apart, as well."