Jules swallowed the first bite of her food and shook her head when he asked if it had been that obvious. "No, not really. I'm just a little more observant than most, I guess," she shrugged. "My best friend growing up was in an accident and lost hearing in both ears, among other things. Maybe I'm just used to it?" she shrugged once more, giving him a smile, although there was the tiniest hint of sadness hidden somewhere behind the smile. She was glad that he hadn't taken offense to her somewhat tactless question. She was occasionally wanting for tact nowadays, which could be mistaken for rudeness, especially when someone didn't know her.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure how to feel when he essentially confirmed that this place was a lot like high school, for better or worse. She supposed that many of them were like her, just out of high school, so it made sense that many of them would still have the same mindset they had in high school. After all, graduating didn't automatically make them into mature adults, and a single summer wasn't enough to change most people. She was quite different than she had been months before, but really, she wasn't different, she was just content to be herself now, rather than pretending to be miss perfect and following what her parents wanted. She hadn't really changed, she'd just stopped pretending. For those who were happy with who they were in high school, for better or for worse, would likely remain the same, whether it had been a mask or their true self.<br/><br/>High school hadn't been a bad time for her in general, as she hadn't been bullied herself. Still, it was often a toxic environment, and there were plenty others who were bullied, including her best friend. But she didn't want to think of that, so she pushed those memories aside, focusing on anything else. So, he had been here for a year. She had figured as much. He didn't look that much older than she was and he seemed to be familiar with the place, so that seemed about right. "Really? What exactly do they do? I mean, what's it like?" she asked curiously before shaking her head, "You don't have to answer, if you don't want to. I don't mean to pry," she added, in case he didn't want to talk about it now. It wasn't like she wouldn't find out soon enough, but it'd still be interesting to know what to expect, or at least hear the perspective of someone who had been here before.<br/><br/>"Well, considering the questions I've blurted out, I think you deserve at least one," she replied with a half-smile, taking another bite of her salad as she contemplated how to answer. When he apologized for his apparent tendency to seem distracted, although it didn't bother her at all. She had enough quirks of her own, she wouldn't judge him for his. "It's fine. You don't need to apologize," she waved off the apology before answering his question. "I have these dreams. They started a few years ago and they've been getting worse. I have them any time I fall asleep now. Even if it's just a short nap. And they always come true. Always," she explained, her expression darkening a bit as she spoke. She pushed the salad around a bit with her fork, staring at it as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. "Sometimes I stay awake for days to avoid them," she admitted almost absentmindedly, not realizing that her left leg was bouncing up and down beneath the table. "Sorry. You probably didn't need to know that part," she gave a sort-of smile as she forced herself to sit still.<br/><br/>After another moment passed, she quickly cleared her throat. "Anyways. What about you?" she asked, tilting her head a bit. "Let me guess. Mind reader?" she asked, guessing based on the things she had observed.