Jim isn't going to pry. He doesn't like strangers asking invasive questions either, and it's none of his business. Instead he turns his attention back to the cat that's sprawled out in his lap, purring like a little motor. It's a good thing these are his workout clothes; it doesn't matter if he gets covered in cat hair.

"So, about this school of yours," he asks instead, since that seems like a safer topic. "It was a magic school, right? Is that the only thing they taught, or did you get math and science and that kinda thing?"