"Uh huh," he answers and he can't help but look faintly amused at the way she answers. They've only met the one time and he can tell she's a good kid, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't skip a class or two. Back in high school, he's pretty sure he would have been considered a good enough kid, too. He hadn't been one of the best students, was never much of an athlete, but he hadn't been a bully and hadn't started fights and he'd passed most of his classes.

But he'd still skipped his share of them, too.

Maybe there's a reason she's skipping today, maybe she just doesn't want to go, but unless it becomes a habit -- and he's not sure how he'd know that it does -- he doesn't think there's much reason to say anything about it.

"So what's the plan instead?" he asks. "You wander around the city like the rest of us bored and confused arrivals who aren't sure what to do next?"