Students- teenagers, then, and more than one to boot. For some reason that bothered her, even if it was ultimately sort of silly. She was hardly any older than a teenager herself, after all. And yet...

In any case, she was distinctly uncomfortable at the path of this conversation; by now it was starting to get to the point where her gaze was roaming, eye contact all but lost as she distractedly watched for potential eavesdroppers. This mess wasn't something she asked for, and talking about the ability to fry things with nothing more than a wave of the hand was something she'd already decided she wanted to avoid.

"I don't know," she answered reluctantly... and nothing more. She busied herself with checking herself for wounds instead- particularly bite marks from the infected animals.