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A squinted yellow eye took note on her attempts at making smoke rings with her exhaled drags from her cigarette. They were feeble at best, but decent in some regards. Sheldon wouldn't be voice any judgement on them, it would probably just lead to more conversation. So, he simply took another puff and let the smoke stream out of his mouth slow and steady.

"It depends on how twisted," he voiced after a moment of thought, "sometimes it can get too much that you wish the author just made up their own set of deities and plot, they have enough of an imagination for it, right?" He smile gingerly as he shifted his upper body bit in response to the kicking. Least he not be in the way of it.

"Never been. My sister has, well parts of it. Said it had pretty countryside and all." Be it his sister, the little jet-setter she was.

Sheldon simply hummed in response, the sort of hum that could be taken any which way Morgan wanted it to; agreement to her statement, boredom, even just lack of response in general. In some ways, it was on multiple levels as any other verbal reply would not be generated by him. Mostly from a lack of things to say, and a desire not to continue the conversation.

"She's older than me," He started with taking a small drag from his cigarette as the little embers were slowly making their way to the filter. Sheldon honestly had no idea what sort of answers she was looking for so, he went with the best he could think of. "And a lot more outgoing, seeing as how she's traveling around doing research and whatnot." Well, anyone would be more outgoing than Sheldon really, it didn't take much.

"I guess you could say that, barely see her aside from Skype so I guess things are going well in the field of linguistics." Sheldon shrugged. Sooner or later his shoulders were going to just roll off his torso. When that happened, he was just going to laugh really.

To her next question though, Sheldon was stumped a little. His hand hung in the air, letting the flames burn through his cigarette while his brows pushed together in thought. Huh. "Well, formost. I was commanded to come here by my parents." It was this or... well he dared not think of where his parents would send him. They weren't military sending parents, would they send him to space or something?

"I guess for science?" He smirked, finding a double meaning behind that really.

With the end of his cigarette near, Sheldon flicked the filter across part of the quad with his fingers. It flew a good distance before it rolled and settled, near an engrossed couple who didn't seem to notice as their faces were pressed together as if one.

"I think the jig would be up if my focus were either of those," Sheldon grinned, "especially if I already tried them in high school." That's how he landed in this situation after all; the 'sciences' and 'experiments' his parents, and probably most others, never wanted to their children to experience.

And it seemed the same for Morgan, at least the good turned the bad. Well no, not bad... the two of them couldn't really be bad; well he couldn't really speak of Morgan since he barely knew her. Perhaps more of unpredictable or wildcards. Sheldon mulled this over for a moment, a little longer than he had hoped to, also wondering what had set her off being so well behaved like he once was as well.

And another moment still longer, to which Sheldon briefly checked his watch. True as earlier, he had no particular place to go but for the sheer fact of trying to get himself back home to sit in silence, he would gladly make up any reason. "Perhaps we can finish this conversation another time," he smiled to Morgan as he stood up from his seat. He gave no excuse to where he had to be especially since he had none, "It was a pleasure meeting you Morgan." He offered with a small wave.

And then turned. And then left the girl sitting on the bench until her film studies class without another word.