Especially when you're the girl who is mysteriously around whenever a fire starts. "I think this place is a lot better than a normal school," she stated as though it were a fact which she had studied for years, and in a sense she had. "Even though there are so many different types of people here, this places has much less segregation."
His answer was definitely one that gave her hope for herself. She had been learning what she could from Mr. Dallas, and Mr. Cavanaugh was confident that she would be accepted and she could learn to be in control; however, hearing another student say that had learned a lot, even if they weren't an expert yet, was encouraging to her. Maybe there was hope for her yet.
She hadn't thought about the return question, too interested in finding out about what he had learned, but she knew it wouldn't be right for him to answer her question and then just blow his question off. She put a hand through her hair nervously brushing it back as she tried to decide what to tell him. "Control mostly," she disclosed. Hopefully he wouldn't question too much, but she would likely have to say something else so she just began thinking of things to say next.