It didn't take long before the mental imagine popped into his head. Some guy in his forties making a sexist remark towards Bridget. It was a pretty accurate stereotypical jerk. And as he laughed it off as though there wasn't a thing in the world Bridget could do,<span style="font-style: italic">bam!</span>She gave the guy a good punch to the side of the face. Some blood lingered on her knuckles and the guy went straight down to the concrete. Surprisingly enough, Jared was amused at the thought of it. But he made a mental not to not be a jerk to her. Sure, she now seemed the type to get her hands dirty and definitely take care of her problems on her own. But if anything, that was a respectable trait that not many people carried around these days. As long as she wasn't going around shooting random people, Jared was beginning to like these traits that she held. Though he still had questions. Sad to say, his curiosity never failed.<br/><br/>"Yeah... 'course I agree." Jared replied, his gaze still stuck on the place. It was almost desolate, some unknown music playing from an old radio. "Never been 'round early 'nough to see it this empty." Jared noted. Maybe if there was a game on that night the place would get crowded. Still, she was nice, it was good for conversation. The question was, how much could he press about her without her getting irritated with him? He intended to find out. Hopefully without crossing that point, but there was no way to be sure. He took a seat right across from her, he didn't quite study her. There was no need to make this anymore complicated than what it was. It was two people getting to know each other. Nothing wrong with that at all, right?<br/><br/>Just, one of them wanted to learn more than the other. Jared sometimes had a curiosity that wasn't so healthy for him. And when it came to Bridget, he wanted to know much more.<br/><br/>"So, Bridget." Jared said making himself comfortable. She didn't really want to tell him why she'd left home. He really didn't want to force it on her like she owed it to him. Especially after that mental image he'd had. "What part've France are ya from? I've always wanted to visit Eurpoe at some point. What was it like?" He asked. Maybe he suggested he liked Europe just a little more than he did. There was nothing wrong with it, he just didn't know much. For the time being, his interest was placed only in hopes that Bridget may give him some more trust. "You ever visited the Eiffel Tower? I hear it's an interestin' experience. One of a kind thang."