Zhenya thought about what the girl said. She didn't get easily offended? And she was asking Zhenya if she thought she was a weirdo? "Well…" she tilted her head to the side, "Honestly? No, I don't." She didn't. Truth. Just… "Maybe a chatterbox, but that's okay. As I said, I like listening." No awkward silences. Zhenya was NOT good at making awkward small talk either, so the more this girl chatted, the happier Zhenya was to sit there and listen. She thought about what the girl was saying… "Hmm… I suppose I do listen more than I talk, but… I can talk a lot. Sometimes." It was true.

"I'm…" she paused briefly. This was always such a weird question. To answer the condensed version, or the long and true version? "I'm a sixth year." True, it was true. What was she going to say? Oh, actually, I was supposed to graduate six years ago but I kind of had an incident… No, not happening to someone she had only JUST met. "How about you? I don't recognise you."