Oh. Chatterbox. She hadn't been called that since she was a kid. Cassie shrugged sheepishly and then shook her head. "This place doesn't give classes in the stuff that is my thing." There wasn't going to be a vigilante 101 course or how to disarm a super villain or super hero first aid. Cassie knew all that stuff anyway thanks to- something. She'd had real training somewhere but for the moment it was slipping her mind. Her self defense classes? No that wasn't it, it was something later. Maybe she could take up karate again, though. Maybe the university had some athletic self defense or something, she could look into that. That was as close as she was going to get to her thing around here.
Most likely it was time to find a new thing, a sort of fall back thing that could look like her thing and disguise the actual thing she liked to do- see, who needed Vigilante 101- she had this stuff down pat. "I haven't even picked a major," she informed the stranger. "I think I've got some time to figure it all out."