Jules didn't miss how he looked away when she suggested he was a nice person, seemingly dwelling on something, although she could not say what, for some time. When he responded to her question it was with something of a non-answer, really. She tilted her head a bit, "Well, that's a bit vague, don't you think?" she asked before shrugging. She'd go with her first impression unless proven otherwise.<br/><br/>"Well, that doesn't matter, anyways. I'm usually right, so how about we both just believe my intuition, hmm?" she was partially joking, as her smile would give away, but only partially. She got the feeling that he did not believe that about himself, and while she had no proof that he was wrong, she also had no proof that he was right, and if past experiences with psychics was any indication, he was probably wrong. And at any rate, people who were truly bad did not often waste their time worry about whether they were good or bad. They were usually too busy being bad.<br/><br/>She chuckled a little and shrugged at his brotherly love comment, "Just another city, I suppose," she replied in a slightly more serious manner. That was all it had ever been to her, anyways. "Well, a city with some great sandwiches, anyways. I mean, have you ever had authentic Philly Cheese steak? So good," she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, as if she were dreaming of eating one, the smallest little smirk tugging at her lips.<br/><br/>"Is there, now?" she asked, chuckling again. "Hmmm, I was right, then," she nodded with evident self-satisfaction when he answered that he was from Poland and not a citizen of the United States. He thanked her in advance for showing him around and she gave him a very casual, almost half-hearted two-finger salute, as if to say 'you've got it.'<br/><br/>For a moment, Jules thought he was don't to avoid answering her or give her some half-answer about what had brought him out here. His hesitance made her wonder about the reason and, while not something she ever thought she would consider as a legitimate option for why someone had acted as they did, she wondered if it were related to his abilities. Did he have a sense related ability, such as mind-reading or empathy? If so, had he heard or felt what she had been thinking about before? She hoped she was wrong on that.<br/><br/>Of course, she was right in at least part of her guess. For the remainder, she couldn't say just yet. "Well, I appreciate the honestly," she replied, not seeming terribly surprised by this answer. She smiled a little when he said he wished she could have the life she wanted, peaceful and calm. "I appreciate the thought, but I suspect my future will be neither calm, nor without risks," she sighed lightly, placing her palms on the ground behind her and leaning back on them.<br/><br/>She looked over at him as he mused about what she would think of him if she could see his mind like he saw others. She looked thoughtful as he spoke , not speaking until he had finished. "Well, I suppose we will never know. After all, mind reading is not among my skills. Thank God for small miracles. From what I've heard, it's awful. At least while you can't control it," she was trying to make a joke, even though her tone was mostly serious and her words were true.<br/><br/>"At any rate, take a look around you, friend. We all stand out. Or at least we did. That's why we're here, isn't it? We're all freaks, outcasts, weirdos. None of us are normal. If we were, we'd be attending normal universities, or working normal jobs, not going to some 'school' for psychics, if you want to call us that," she pointed out. "I used to think that was a bad thing, being weird, standing out. I hated it. And hell, maybe I was right. But now I wonder if maybe it's not so bad? Who knows, maybe we'll end up being bad-ass superheroes?" she laughed lightly, "Maybe not, but hey, I'm trying to look at whatever bright side I can find in this crazy situation," she chuckled before lying back in the grass, looking up at the sky and falling silent.<br/><br/>She glanced his way when he spoke up again. "Life doesn't make sense, so how can any of us living it really make sense?" she mused before shrugging. "Anyways, it isn't like I expected you to explain all of the complexities that make up who you are. Certainly not now, or when we just met," she replied, waving off his apparent concern. "Lord knows I can't explain all of mine," she shook her head.<br/><br/>"Hmmm? Oh, yeah, I guess. As well as can be expected," she shrugged, having no real major complaints about the process, other than the fact that it was necessary. But it would have been necessary if she'd gone to a more... traditional university, too, so she couldn't really complain. "Hmm. Having trouble fitting your stuff in your little dorm-like room? I might actually be able to help with that. Organization  happens to be one of my many mundane abilities," she joked, trying to lighten the mood.