The comment about attitude gets her a smile, taking it more as a compliment than maybe it was meant. But certainly as being seen. She'd never properly considered her attitude being fully formed from her upbringing and home, but it made sense.

"Oh, yeah, we love our big family bullshit." There's a sorrow to the words she's trying to hide, and failing to. Her last Thanksgiving was the first Friday brunch she didn't spend with her best friends, because of a fight. Her winter break was nothing but grandparents badmouthing her now absent parent for eight days and eight nights.

Whom she was also mad at, but at the same time found it deeply uncomfortable hearing him spoken of like that. All parties not in Abraxas. "So some sort of cultural exchange program? Ending up in the states with a bunch of other weirdos with weird powers?"

An educated guess as to how this sorta thing works.