She picks up the key. Emboldened by his example, she makes a request of her own.

"I want to watch a movie." There's a pause where nothing happens, so she tries something more specific. "I want to watch a movie with Christian in it." There is a menu, a list of titles with actors named Christian in it. She closes her eyes and picks one out at random. It's in her hands a moment later, she's frowning at the picture on the box.

"Velvet Goldmine. Hey," she shows the box to Lincoln. "That guy kind of looks like you, too." His expression is worth three of those sex-on-the-beaches.