"Perhaps," she replied thoughtfully. "But what if they change for the worse instead of the better?" she wondered before quickly shaking her head. "Sorry. I don't mean to be Debbie Downer over here. Hopefully you're right and if they change, it will be for the better," she added, giving a small smile. "Also, really? The first? I would have thought there would be more like me," she murmured curiously. "Oh well. I guess that makes me unique, then," she chuckled, trying to look on the bright side.<br/><br/>He seemed to be concerned about how her parents had drugged her, admitting that it could not have been healthy. "No, certainly not," she replied, shaking her head. "I was on edge on the time, jittery more than I liked, and hyper focused on everything, yet sometimes I couldn't really focus on anything," she admitted. "It would have continued, too. If they had gotten there way and I went off to some Ivy league school like I was supposed to, I would've spent the next four years or more in that same place," she stared down at the food, poking what remained of it. "That's why I decided to come here," she explained. "Hopefully that doesn't turn out to be a mistake. The last thing I need is to have to hear them say 'I told you so,'" she frowned a little as she spoke. "Anyway, that's that."<br/><br/>She was glad she had gotten the general idea down when he confirmed that it was something like that. He then added that annoying was an understatement, but that was where his headphones came in. "I suspected as much," she admitted, smiling lightly. "But hey, I'm glad there is at least something to lessen the annoyance for you," she added honestly. She would give anything to have something to help her. Besides drugs to keep her away from the dreams, that is.<br/><br/>She grinned when he answered her strange offer of friendship with what she was pretty sure was an acceptance. Before she could say anything else, however, some sort of disturbance broke out on the other side of the cafeteria, which caused Elijah to press his hands against his ears. She frowned, wanting to help but not knowing how. After all, she would probably only make things worse if she tried to interfere, and she didn't know this place well at all, so there was very little she could do.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Elijah pulled on his headphones and gestured for her to follow him, seeming to have some idea. She guessed that they were escaping to somewhere relatively safe and quiet, which was just fine with her. She stood up and quickly followed after him as they left the cafeteria, although she couldn't help but glance back in time to see what she thought were guards pouring into the room. She wondered what they were going to do to those who had gotten into the fight, but she dared not stick around to find out, instead, following Elijah until they were safely away.