Jean had been gathering her papers from her desk so that she could get back to her own studies. Technically, she was just a student herself, but she had enough education under her belt that the professors allowed her a class to teach. A few seemed to think that it would be good for her social skills to interact with children in this way. She disagreed, but still tried to make the classes as enjoyable as she could. The younger students seemed to be pleased, but she never could tell with Deah. There was something about her that just wasn't like the others so when the young woman called out to her, Jeannie was caught off guard.
"What?" She asked the younger girl quietly before she gathered herself and stood up straight behind the desk, "No one experimented on me?" What in the world was she going on about? No, she wasn't a petri dish. Jean was a head-case. A psychopath wrapped up in a pretty outer-layer so that no one would know what was going on in her head. She didn't want anyone to know about the things that went on in her mind.