The judgement doesn't come. Joan frowns, unsure how to move forward. This woman seems... genuinely interested in talking to her. All signs point to this. It makes her uncomfortable. Joan's shoulders hunch, her body tenses, as though expecting another spider attack.

"That's a part of it, I think. Anybody can go to school if they can afford it," she murmurs under her breath. She can't let the conversation lapse; it would be like a retreat, admitting weakness.