“Dracadia was once a monastery,” Kendall said, staring out through the gondola window. “And an asylum, right?” “Yes. It has a rather dark history. But I’m sure that wouldn’t impress someone like you.” At that, I frowned, not quite catching her meaning. While a snarky comeback sat perched on the tip of my tongue, I didn’t want that on my first day, so instead, I turned back toward the window, and for the rest of the ride, I remained quiet as she prattled on about student life on campus.
Wft? "Someone like you"? What does that mean—someone *poor*?
