When the boy made no protest to her, Jules placed her food on the table and took a seat. At first she thought he might continue listening to whatever it was he was listening to, but instead, he pushed the headphones off, wincing as he did. Was he sensitive to sound? Or was it something else? "Correct. I just got here today," she replied back, reaching out and firmly shaking his hand, "Julianna. But you can call me Jules, if you want," she replied as she pulled her hand back and went to opening the containers of food, making the dressing with the salad.<br/><br/>"You read lips?" she questioned somewhat casually, not really considering that it was a little bit forward. Some people were just good at reading lips, some trained themselves for the heck of it, and others learned out of necessity. She had caught a brief glimpse of the small objects in his ears when he had taken his headphones off. She guessed they were hearing aids, which made sense, considering. She was only guessing for now, though. Not that it really mattered. It wasn't like it bothered her. It would be nice to know, though, for communication purposes.<br/><br/>"Are you hard of hearing?" she asked curiously as she mixed up the salad. "Sorry," she stopped, looking up at him. "That wasn't exactly the most sensitive way to ask that, was it?" she had kind of just asked what was on her mind, something she tended to do at times, without really thinking. She hoped it didn't bother him. She hadn't meant anything by it, she was just curious. She hoped that would be obvious.<br/><br/>She began eating her salad, glancing around the room at all the different people, many of whom appeared to be in groups. That was, excluding those who looked lost, nervous, or otherwise gave off a vibe that screamed 'I'm new.' There were others, such as Elijah, who didn't seem to be new, yet they sat alone anyways. Either they didn't really fit in with a group, they didn't like people, or they simply preferred being alone for whatever reason, she guessed. Oh well, either way, it seemed rather familiar. "It seems almost like high school all over again," she observed between bites.<br/><br/>After deciding that there wasn't much to see among the others, she returned her focus to her food, and the boy across from her. "Sorry," she apologized for diverting her attention. "So, how long have you been here?" she asked before taking another bite of the salad. She then fell silent, deciding that she would let him speak, if he wished, instead of just spouting off every question that came to mind. That could get her in trouble if he wasn't fond of being questioned, or sharing things about himself. It was safer, for the moment, to wait until she got a better feel for what kind of a person he was before she unintentionally interrogated him.