Jenny's eyes fixed on a point to the right of Vincent's head. "Thank you. I don't actually remember them. It... well, it happens." She said the words by rote, as if someone had started a recording.
Then she blinked and smiled, the vague look gone. She thanked him for the serving their dinner, not really minding that he did so. Manners appeared to be very important to him, his own especially, and she wasn't above appreciating courtesy in another person.
"Yes, we're very relaxed, but I imagine it's more to do with the lack of metahuman problems. We assist the police on occasion, but you just don't get the mutant or metahuman villains here. It's more supernatural in nature when it happens. Like the spirit that followed us home the night of the blackout."
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