Oh. ( Hm. That... rather puts a stopper on her bubbly stream of enthusiasm, her brows furrowing for just a moment. Well, she didn't always want to talk about home, either, so maybe Caprica just wasn't having the best day. Maybe she just needed cheering up, and maybe talking about something else would help. Jules nods to herself, a little bit more determined than you might expect from a casual little motion. )

Mm. It can be a bit like that. ( Naturally, she means 'home'. Not that she knows personally; her home life is extraordinarily easy, but if people have a rough time where she's from, and there are already so many different between worlds, then it would stand to reason that things could be even more complicated than anything she'd even heard of other people encountering. )

Maybe we should come up with a word for it. Or, and maybe rather more excitingly, there could be some kind of celebration for you making it back here all right! ( Celebration for being trapped in a world not your own. Novel, Jules. She ignores the inherent awkwardness of what she just said, and grins at Caprica. ) What say you? You seem like you could use some fun.

( Because, naturally, that is what being so very controlled means. )