Her entire life had been spent in a dystopian future where there had been no safe place anywhere. This...this was what she knew her father had wanted for her, and so - Hope decided she'd try to adjust, at least. Not that she needed to decide that right now. "It still seems better than a lot of places," Hope pointed out.
She studied the blond when she said she hadn't decided what to do yet, then gave a small smile. "You could, you know - you're a pretty good teacher." Even if she hadn't really had the chance yet to actually take a class, Hope had heard the others talk about Emma, and she'd seen how she'd handled things during Bastion's attack.
"They asked me how old I am when I got here and I wasn't sure what to tell them - but they said I...have to go to school. What kind of things do they teach?"