Natasha eyed the mill as the car approached and then passed it, leaning over a little so as to see it out of the driver's window. It was impressive to her how large and imposing the old structure was up close. She had actually had the same reaction on the way up to her cousin's house as well. Between the endless miles of fields and the fact that the lights inside the mill were still on, it wasn't hard to guess that the mill played an important part in the town's economy. She raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued when he mentioned having attended the University of Chicago. Usually one would envision someone going to such a highly ranked school to have come from a place with a really industrialized set-up. Some additional respect for him seeped in, but she didn't mention it because she herself knew how annoying it could be when a person started goes on for too long about how impressive a person is for doing the unexpected. Natasha leaned back into her own seat when they a little farther away from the mill. What she assumed was town was coming up now. She recognized the Rosco's Gas and Go from the drive up. Now that she was actually stopping there for a purpose rather than just driving through to get elsewhere, it occurred how little there was to this town. A person could easily walk the length of it in not much time at all. A startled laugh escaped Natasha at the question, "Well, I did do some dancing," she answered. However, she was referring to the slow dancing and those universal modern dances that young people all over the country were doing. "Sometimes though... well, I enjoy dancing but suffice it to say some of the dances weren't exactly my cup of tea. I used those opportunities to go get a drink and save myself from looking foolish." Turning to him with a smile, she added, "You're from here, though. Was there a huge difference between those college parties and clubs in Chicago and the parties you were used to back home?"