Jones runs a hand through her hair. "It's a shame, really, because the sort of people who tend to be good at convincing aren't usually interested in this sort of cause..." She sighs. "And, I mean, I've got friends who are a bit better at that sort of thing, but they're a bit too much into Communism as an end in itself that they want to achieve by any means necessary, rather than a means to an end."

She stretches, swinging her arms a bit—she isn't the sort of person used to standing still. Almost out of habit, her hands start to move into the familiar pattern for casting the Supernal Vision. She still hasn't forgotten that he correctly identified her as a magic-user when they first spoke, and she's more than a little interested in what sort of person he is.