She pauses at the question. Admittedly, she isn't sure why she does, but she finds herself pursing her lips and (remarkably) carefully considering the best way to answer this. There were a lot of things she could say to describe the kind of parties she got herself into back home, but some were too personal and some were far too confusing for even herself at the moment. After a beat, she snorts an takes another small sip from her glass. Perhaps the best way to approach it was a general overview.

"Just the usual teen vigilante pace. Wake up, go to school, kill the new asshole of the week," she responds, lightly and as if this were a joke. "I've seen way too many different parties. You'll have to ask a more specific question."