Sort of well-versed in a lot of things? Savannah regarded the other woman openly, guessing that those things probably weren't the same things Savannah herself was well-versed in. She didn't exactly look like Miss Alpha-Sigma-Sigma or a prom queen.
Fortunately, she also didn't look like a cheerleader, so she was safe on that front.
In fact, Savannah wasn't terribly sure what sort of person Eve looked like at all. It was a rare miss for her, and she promptly decided to blame the concussion.
"I don't know," she said at last. "Just...talk. About anything."
If Eve wanted to talk about algebra, Savannah would totally listen. It would be boring as hell, but at least it would give her something else to think about...