The moment of being entirely at a loss for words ends in favour of something along the lines of a maturing scowl. She doesn't have the expression quite dramatic enough yet, but it'll get there before she hits fifteen-- likely even before fourteen.

"If it's any consolation, there aren't boys like Julien." Much to her dismay. In a few years, possibly even to the dismay of the adults who care about her. "I think we're safe from that, at least."