Ah ha! Grateful for the lesson, Jules does... try. Slowly. Awkwardly, and she's trying not to hold the things too hard in case they snap. If you recall the scene in Beauty & the Beast when he's trying to eat porridge? It's not entirely dissimilar to that. Alas, poor Jules. Eventually, she just spears a piece of sushi with one of the chopsticks, and seems amused enough by her method to carry on.

Mention of prophecies makes her tense - visibly, before she can catch herself. The followers of prophets stripped her life down and branded her. A false prophet, she's sure, the mad Sebastien, but it makes no difference. Fanatics are fanatics, and their word is law. "Prophets!" It's meant to sound bright, and sort just barely passes for it. "How fortunate."

But she's not eager to talk about it, more viciously harpooning her next piece of sushi. "'Mutant' isn't really the most flattering term, is it? It conjours all kinds of rather unpleasant images." A bit more thought, and she glances between the two, not sure if this is a good question or a bad one. "Is there anyone you two have to be wary of?"