According to Albertus he'd never been a student and had only ever been in one library. Was he one of those previous generation homeschooled types, learning only what interested him. Free range, she thought the westerners called it. Whatever the case she supposed it didn't really matter much, it was just an interesting thing to consider. "I suppose it doesn't really matter much, you're a pretty friendly guy though..." she said with a smile.
And now they were on the move, and he was addressing the thoughts about her body type and understanding of her place in the world. His staements made the woman with him look both aghast and flattered. The idea of any war being fought over her, was both flattering and horrifying. Still, he meant his words as a compliment and came with a solidly affirming message. Ignore those who couldn't appreciate her. "Also a bit of a life coach," she said of his personality. "Also, I wouldn't want any wars being fought over me. But it is kind of nice, in an odd way..." she said thoughtfully. It was strange being the kind of person she was. Everything about her life so far made her feel quite low, but she'd felt better hanging around this man in the last few hours than she had in the last year, easily.
Ah and now that they were outside, he'd turned around slinging an arm over her shoulder in an overtly friendly manner. How strange, were all foreigners so free with their personal sphere. Ah, but once more she didn't really mind it. He claimed not being alone and not being by oneself. "Ah, I am not sure. I understand wanting friends but not necessarily a crowd. That's pretty reasonable," she said her understanding of his sentence. Beyond that though there was the matter of the stars in the sky. She could just barely see them and it was something rather interesting long term. According to Albertus there was an exact number and he remembered a time where they were even more. "Hm, a long long time ago? Like before all the big cities gained so many lights?" this was a rather innocent understanding of the man. Obviously she jumped to no strange conclusions or anything. He just seemed like a man who understood his own nostalgia.