Those were all big words, and ones Bella wasn't quick to grasp. Best to start out at the basics, she supposed.

"So this Marx — do you know him? Is he a friend of yours?" she asked with raised brows and a questioning glance behind him. ""And the bourgeois, they're the rich people, right? Like-" Like me. Like the Scrimgeours, she was about to ask, but quickly decided against it. Did the people in here burn rich people? Hang them?

(Not that she could imagine this one hanging anyone. He seemed to friendly.)