If asked, she would give him a long-winded speech of her own, about how she was perfectly fine with studying what she loved and how she saw no need for further advancing. But no questions would come-- not from him, and most certainly not at this rate. Anyone else would be more quite all right with it, given the circumstances.

But Cynthia was not everyone else. She was incapable of remaining quiet in the presence of an acquaintance, friendly or not. And clearly incapable of listening to that tiny voice in the back of her head that said she was going to regret this, too.

"I see you haven't had much luck, either." She said, without moving from her seat in the least.