Jules' eyes were drawn to the different color of skin on his wrist, and she nearly asked about it — in fact, she opened her mouth to do so before thinking better of it. It wasn't polite to ask questions about people's bodies, and particularly not about... scars, if that was what they were. Her brow furrowed slightly as he wrote; thinking.

"Oh — thank you," she said, at his unexpected compliment. She took his card and read the name again. There was something tingling at the back of her brain, but it wasn't quite developed enough for her to pull it forward. "You're not so dull yourself. For a reporter, anyway," she teased, with a smile.