Jonathan smiled at her, and nodded in agreement. "Yes, Richmond, to be exact," he said, scratching his chin for a moment. "It's a lot smaller than New York City, that's for sure. Overwhelming being here, even after a few months."<br/><br/>Watching her drink was pleasant. This was largely because she herself was pleasant, with a soft voice and a nice tenor to listen to. Most of his time was spent studying; he hadn't had this little social interaction in forever.<br/><br/>"Masters in political science," he replied to her question, without missing a beat."So, SO much more work than I thought. Afraid I'm going to lose my mind."<br/><br/>With his drink arrived, he nodded gratefully at Marge, listening to Abby as she spoke and taking a long, slow drink from his warm mocha. It warmed him as it went down his throat; even the steam hitting his face a pleasant respite as feeling began to return to his fingers and toes. Jon extended his hand, shaking it firmly with a friendly smile on his face. "The pleasure's all mine," he replied, looking up at her. She wasn't at all unpleasant to look at, he noted, taking another sip of his beverage. "It's nice to have company on such an awful day."