Tara gave his statement a tiny quirk of her of lips but knew not to say anything more on the matter. It might make for interesting conversations but she wasn't comfortable enough to get into that with someone she had just bumped into for the first time ever. Not to mention there was the job to check out.
She didn't know why but for some reason his statement made her think of a description of the Bronze. Causing her to grin broadly; nothing too wide, but her amusement was obvious just the same. A Bronze without the dancing and the bands and that served music. "I know a few places almost like that." She explained, before he asked or gave her a questioning look. In Sunnydale that was how it was. Only a few places, where everybody went. Because they were the only places to go to. Lawrence was bigger than Sunnydale but it kind of gave her a good feeling that even a city could have that same sense of familiarity. "It sounds as if I'll like it there." She had grown a lot. Crowds were ... interesting. She could handle them just fine. She had always been able to. It was just the speaking in them and having the attention on her. However, Tara felt as if she could handle that.
There was half a second hesitation, before she nodded. It wasn't that she was ashamed of the religion or the culture her mother and grandmother had left her. And if his look changed into disgust? Tara could handle that. It was the "New Aged Hippies" as she'd heard them called that still managed to leave her more than a little bemused. He didn't look like he wanted to commune with his dead tead but Tara knew better than to judge a book by it's cover. "I'm a witch." It wasn't a correction. It was just what she was. Tara viewed herself as a Wiccan. A woman who practiced the religion. A witch that practiced the religion. The words weren't exactly interchangable for her. She was just both. However, she doubted the man would know the difference. Then again, she wasn't saying it for him. She was proud of who she was.