"A woman of taste." There's an element of humor to it, but honestly, Julie fully respects the desire to just... live one's best life on someone else's dime. It's pretty much exactly what she does now, just in a much less direct way. But it doesn't hurt to have a passion project to eat up the days. And, she's found, more opportunities seem to have fallen in her lap now than ever did when she actually needed them.

She sighs. "Look, I'll be honest. Things ain't gonna be that simple now that you're here. But there's a silver linin', 'cause you're a Summoned now. You're considered special just by existin'. You're gonna get powers, probably. And you have a built-in support network. You know how many of us own businesses? You'll never be unemployed. We take care of our own. And you might have to wait a few years, but it ain't exactly rocket science to get a man to pay for everythin' you want."

Again, Julie actually highly recommends it.

"Hems, corset fittin', takin' in what's too big. Best thing anyone can do for their appearance is have clothes tailored, y'know." Despite having been forced to grow up significantly in a short period of time, Julie is really not that much older than Abby. Not even ten years difference, and that's including her time in Abraxas, almost two full years now. Close enough in age to remember what's general teenage awkwardness and what's something more. The fidget, the pushback. Her eyebrow arches and her head tilts further. "What's wrong?"

She doesn't expect the truth. She just needs a little bit more to pinpoint with.