Just Jean, Jean says, and Credence ventures a peak at the girl for more than a split second. Granted, it's about three until he tears his gaze away, but there's a flicker of something--it's almost, almost a smile.

Maybe Credence can make friends here. Maybe he can have one for the first time that wasn't an adoptive sister. Maybe this time, he won't hear Mr. Graves whispering in his ear, or the stern voice of Mary Lou telling him all of the ways he doesn't deserve a friend.

"Okay," he says, and there's a touch of cautiousness in his voice that's tinged this time with hope. "Did I offend you? I didn't mean to--if I did, I mean."