Well, he can't deny those quality traits. "That sounds more like me than some feel-good teacher," he comments dryly. As for salt of the Earth, something about that phrase rubs him the wrong way. As if he's destined for menial labor his entire life. He tugs on the cuffs of his sleeves and shrugs while she rattles off the other numbers.

"Considering how often I get labeled, I'm fine with not getting a definitive answer." He smirks a little, thinking about his sisters, the Sixes. He ought to let one of them know that he's a six, too. It'd be worth it to see the sour look on her face.

"So how does it work to predict outcomes? You plug in the people involved, or what?"