Hopper | Natasha
Well that was rather a bit more information than she'd been expecting to get from a stranger, and yet there it was - nearly an entire life story, without all the details to be sure, but enough that she could get more than an idea about the kind of man Hopper was. But she didn't delve into it just yet, it was obvious he carried the weight of his daughter's death even now. "So it was a bit of a change then." She summed up for him, she didn't know how people could do that, she didn't go out the way some people did, city life didn't appeal to her, but the sounds of the city were what kept her close and set her at ease when she was there.
"I grew up in a small town." She told him after a moment, "At least for the first few years, I don't remember it well enough to say that I know anything about small town life though. I was sent away before I was ten to a boarding school." A rather nice name for the red room. But there were some things that she didn't think she would ever truly be ready to share, not even with those she was closest too. Only James knew, and that was only because he'd been there. He knew be cause he'd lived it with her.
"I guess this place will be a sort of reintroduction to that sort of thing." She said with a small laugh.