Score one for his mental profile - maybe. He didn't predict that she was new to the area, nor that she's Californian, nor that she's a military brat. Half credit at best, he decides, and makes an effort to listen for some hint of accent in her voice.

"Welcome to the East Coast," he says lightly, having abandoned his book in favor of another one promising to teach the basics of psychic activity. "Do you like it here?"