Jenny couldn't help but giggle at Mr. Santiago's introduction. Not quite as cool or smooth as he probably thought it was, but it was funny. She considered explaining to him that, well, even if she was considered 'legal' on Puerto Libre, it wasn't her thing. It wasn't from a lack of effort - she'd tried dating a couple of times, and while none of the relationships had ended poorly, she didn't seem to feel the same excitement others felt to the ideas of couples and sex. So probably not the best person to romance, bar jokingly. The consideration hadn't lasted long, though. The world changed.

By the time the feeling faded - well, no. That wasn't right. She still had a headache to remember it by, as well as the confusion and horror that left her fatigued body even further drained trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Her senses couldn't quite focus though she caught the basic gist of the explanation given. Why did Mr. Santiago have to use so many words right now? Princess was technically royalty, that would've sufficed. ...well, that wasn't really fair. It seemed like no one else had heard those strange words (nor did she have any intention of asking. She did not want rumors of her mental health spreading before she even started classes.), so how would they know how it had felt to hear them? The whole event was certain to haunt her dreams. For that very reason, she decided to try digging a bit deeper, get even more energy up to chat. The distraction, if nothing else, would do good.

"Well, even if not, there's a lot to do around here. So I hear, at least." She began raising fingers as she listed off activities. "There's the cinema, the library - the beach, obviously, and all the stores nearby. I'm not so sure about the souvenir shops, but I heard there's a boat rental for parasailing and waterskiing, and even a kite shop, if you're into that kind of thing. Not really good myself, but then again, never really had a good chance to try." And - right, good question. She rested her hands back on her legs. "Oh, yeah, rooms. Is there pairing up,or do we get our own?"

The blood pounded against her skull a little harder.