“It’s your turn now,” she said after a few moments.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked her.
“I asked a question,” she told him, “and you answered it.You might have elaborated for a few minutes, describing the ride and your destination and the stimulating conversation you enjoyed with the others. But you chose to answer with great brevity and no real information at all. Now it is your turn to attempt to make agreeable conversation between us.”
She was laughing at him again. Nobody ever laughed at him.
He found himself curiously intrigued that she would dare.