Alice listened, truly interested in what he had to say. She tilted her head as she watched him, noting that he was agitated, for a lack of a better word. "And it means something more than a different language? Isn't it true of all cultures?" She wasn't defending one over the other by any means, Alice was truly interested in social things like this and she wanted to know more. She'd never met one of his people before, not in anything more than a passing greeting.
She smirked. "Jeremiah is not mine," she told him, feeling both weird and playful, "and wrong again- you can't be him, you're still you." She was teasing but there was truth to it- he could imitate Jeremiah but she wouldn't believe it. At least not to the level he was playing now. "And how would you know that?" It wasn't the question she wanted to ask- she wanted to know who the one other was, but jealousy didn't suit her and she wouldn't start it now.
"That... you are." She stood, walking around the figure of herself. It was like looking at a photograph, it didn't quite seem like her and yet she recognized the features. She wanted to look and see if he had managed details that weren't revealed with her clothes on, like the mole on her left hip, but it was too creepy. "Although I would say your abilities are possibly more impressive than my own. What do your people call you?"