"I buy it, I don't make it. My roommate does the brewing when he feels like it. He makes a hell of a moonshine." She couldn't help it. Even just thinking of Clark had a secret little smile tipping up the corner of her mouth. Goddammit, she was such a moron over that loser.

Jess can hear the tone, though. She knows that upper crust snobbery when she hears it. Some people can't help it. She supposes that it makes sense if you spent your life being told you were a queen or king or emperor and suddenly you're here and told it doesn't matter. Facts don't erase a lifetime of experiences.

"Depends. There's a doctor that gets pissed off and turns into a green monster that can break anything. Another guy's some god of thunder that can fly and call down lightning. I had a friend back home who was bulletproof and super strong. Me?" She shrugged. "I'm stronger than I look and some twist of fuckery here lets me fly. Whoopee for me. But it makes for a good show. I've met Loras. The sword swinging kid. He sticks to the weapons arenas and does pretty good for himself, from what I hear."