Jane noted the young woman across from her -- bald hair, purple eyes, well-worn if pretty badass clothes -- and, in a rare occurance, felt no real annoyance. None beyond that she was there and Jane had to talk to her, at least. She looked like someone who at least knew what it was like to be considered weird.

That didn't make her a friend or anything, but it did mean Jane gave her the benefit of the doubt for now, and her response seemed to confirm her instincts.

"Yeah, they definitely wouldn't." Mr. Nobody hadn't either; after all, he'd called her "Sensible Jane" when she didn't immediately reject that fuckhead excuse for a villain's ideas. She shrugged. "What I meant is, do you hear some obnoxious fuck talking about what you do while you do it?"