Jules followed along as Elijah led her into a hallway that was just as packed as the cafeteria, before sighing and grabbing her hand, leading her down a path that he seemed to know well. She was curious where he was leading her, but she followed nonetheless, having absolutely no desire to get lost in that mess back there.<br/><br/>Eventually they came out a door and onto the roof. Jules looked around the roof while Elijah rubbed his temples. "Hmm?" she looked back at him when he spoke, "Don't worry about it. Not like it's your fault," she chuckled. "I think we should both try to stop saying the 's' word," she joked, leaning against the railing next to him and taking the opportunity to have a look around. "Well, on the bright side, I got to escape and come up here, so I guess it's not all bad," she gave him a small smile.<br/><br/>He then returned to their previous conversation about abilities, clarifying that he'd met people with similar abilities, but not quite the same. She guessed that made sense. To be honest, she'd always kind of thought maybe they were sort of like seeing into the future, but when he phrased it the way he did, she guessed it was a little different.<br/><br/>She recalled when the woman had come to them to discuss the possibility of her coming here, she had mentioned that her abilities seemed rather unique. She remembered the woman saying that most people get little flashes of things to come in their dreams, rather than seeing the whole picture, and even then, sometimes they got little things wrong, as if they were seeing some possible future, but somewhere along the way it got a little off track. She thought that she remembered hearing the woman say that she'd never seen anyone who had dreams that were completely accurate every single time.<br/><br/>Of course, Jules had been upstairs trying to listen in on the conversation, so she had convinced herself that she heard it wrong, because there was no way she was that special. But now, she wondered. Yet it didn't make her feel special. It made her feel like a freak, and it gave her an uneasy feeling that she couldn't explain. Like she suddenly wanted to keep her abilities to herself. Not that those who brought her here didn't already know that.<br/><br/>She tried to shake the uneasy feeling, although some small remnants of it lingered on her face even as she chuckled at his virus comment. "I don't think I've ever been compared to a virus before. But I suppose it's accurate. And I guess that explains why they have so many people here instead of just picking one or two from each group who have the most potential, or something," she wondered about that, though. Was that really the only reason? Then again, she had no reason to think otherwise, so she put her reservations aside and chose, for now, to believe that must be the reason.<br/><br/>"Well, here's to hoping that we make it out of this in better shape than we came in. Lord knows I didn't come here hoping to be nothing more than a Guinea pig," she chuckled. "But then, I'm guessing no one came here for that reason," she added thoughtfully. "I wonder if we really will get some sort of handle on our abilities at some point," she continued in the same thoughtful manner, leaning down and resting her chin on her forearm, staring downward. "I certainly hope so. If only to avoid having to hear my mom say 'I told you so,'" she chuckled again, tilting her head just a little so that she could glance up at him.