It doesn't attract her attention, the fact that Jules is covering up her notes, mostly because she's a little inattentive to her surroundings right now, picking up the cigarette again and pulling on it, exhaling the smoke as she shrugs.

Jules is bound to be caught sooner or later anyway.

"I don't know about being relative," she taps the ashes to the ashtray, leaning her chin on her palm. "For me, it isn't. People with magic in their world? That isn't normal." She's a very stubborn, adamant person, so of course things outside of her comfort zone are going to bother her a lot. As if it wasn't enough being kidnapped to a Garden full of women with a Queen bent on apparently turning this into a big, girls-only orgy or something, it had to be magical and in another world.

She frowns, though. Positive attitude or not, surely there was a bit of a limit there somewhere within Jules. "I'm sure everyone is very interesting. I just prefer to keep myself short of magical beings," she shrugs and smokes the rest of the cigarette, putting it out on the ashtray. She smiles a little at Jules words and quirks an eyebrow up.

"Well, for me, you are from the future, so you are not exempt of being considered abnormal." She isn't being serious, for a change.