Juno was not into the way this conversation was going. She had hated filling out the census the first time around on principle, and while she thought Cecilia and Daphne were right in that they had to have something in common as well as a reason why they were here, Juno was not keen on talking deeply about her 'damage'. Nor was she wanting to hear about everyone else's. But Kiley had a point, despite what Pam insisted on - or maybe she didn't have trauma, wasn't damaged; maybe a lot of them weren't. Juno, however, could only speak for herself and she could cover for at least three undamaged people, she was fairly certain.
After Kiley's insistence Juno wondered how long before Pam got offended, and she wasn't sure she could blame her. Leave it to Jack to defuse the situation, which made Juno crack a bit of a smile even though since this line of discussion had been opened she had tensed up in her seat and stopped eating. She did look around and found that he might be joking, but he wasn't wrong. Every face her eyes fell on was conventionally or unconventionally good looking, and she supposed hers was too. Despite it all, she did have good hair at least.
Marco's interjection earned him a raised eyebrow right back, barely there smile turned to a smirk. "Mesa blanca como montañas nevadas." She agreed. Well, he wasn't wrong. A lot of white people on that table. When he seconded doing another census her smirk fell completely, and she sighed. She really didn't want to do this, and she couldn't be the only one. After how well her other forceful revelation had gone, Juno was hard-pressed to ever say anything specific about herself to any of these people again. However, if she piped up about it, that would only bring more attention onto herself. Like so many things in her life Juno decided to just keep quiet and deal with it when the time came. All the same, she snorted humorlessly at Marco's request for another dinner. "You just wanna eat shit you didn't cook don't ya." She whispered.