Claire nods, saying, "Yeah, I'm about halfway through my first year. I haven't managed to figure out much about how the world works yet, but I made it past Thanksgiving, so I feel like that's an accomplishment." She could relate to being interested in how the world works if she wasn't already so mired in her own dramas with regards to that question. There's a level of fascination that she's always going to maintain, but given her circumstances and experiences, it's never not going to be colored just the slightest bit jade. "I'm not sure if they consider getting sucked into some kind of giant, interdimensional spaceship a qualifying reason to ask for an extension on midterms, though."

Not that it actually matters. If time is still ticking away at the same rate back on planet Earth with all its abnormalities, the last thing she has to be worried about is trying to determine what major she wants to declare.

"It's a little weird to know that schoolteachers still get into fist fights." Not that he's obviously proud of the fact - or maybe he is; she clearly doesn't know enough about him to say one way or the other - but he does look awfully young to be a teacher. Claire supposes, though, that despite her more recent exposure to TAs, her perceptions of teachers are still firmly rooted in the ones that she had in high school, and he absolutely does not come across like her chemistry and Spanish teachers. "What do you teach?"