She looks right back at him, though she's frowning rather than smiling. She doesn't seem angry though, not necessarily - if anything, something seems a lot more thoughtful about the frown, like she's not too sure what to think of his words. She's been thrust around for all her life, constantly being told by others - even as they contradicted each other - what was best for her.

She's never been in a situation like this. Sure, the train is practically doing the same as the people back home did, still trying to guide her path, but there is a lot more freedom here still than back in the hospital or the asylum or the orphanage. She's never had the time to spend however she wanted to spend it like this.

"I'm not even sure what would catch my interest." Or what her interests even are, honestly. "It feels like such a waste spending my life doing nothing when I've fought to hard to have that life in the first place. It feels like I ought to be doing something more."