Er. What? He wasn't used to people opening the door for him, but he went with it, unsure of exactly what to tell her. But he listened to her and nodded in all the appropriate moments. Well, she was certainly talkative, which he didn't mind. It made up for him being a little more reserved, and he liked not having to entertain her directly. He wouldn't have known what to talk about.
"Mine kind of hit me, and then I burned my parents house down and spent about three years wandering around." he said, offhandedly. This didn't seem like normal conversation, but someone was talking to him, and they weren't terrified or looking down on him, so he guessed it was nice.