Mitch shook his head, but he did so in agreement. "Yeah, don't have much hope for an old man," he replied honestly. However, he looked back at her with a genuine smile. the banjo was an odd instrument and not really one that he could imagine someone like her playing. Which wasn't a bad thing. It interested him and he'd love to hear her try. Unfortunately, at the moment they were rather short of banjos. Odd for Tennessee, but still. It was almost a shame when he realized the situation wasn't really appropriate for him to say he'd listen later. Especially not when it seemed they had very mutual views in their procedures regarding strangers. "Not even the children?" Cold-hearted as it may have came off, Mitch liked it.
And TV's ahead. Mitch situated himself in a position to place the microwave somewhere and plug it in. With his bat under his arm rather than in his hand, he'd have to rely on her gun. "Have you been in Chattanooga yet?" That had been his original destination through the area. They were right outside of the city, so now was a good and reasonable time to ask. "I was going to stop there for typical obnoxious tourist attractions, but if it's not worth it..." With a loud thunk, he knocked over the cheapest looking television to make room on the shelf. Finally, a real chance for warm food.