As he picks up more of the apples, he falls silent. He doesn't have much to say after all, so why not just quietly pick them up and go. Still, there is something to be said for small talk, so when the other asks a question, Jaune doesn't mind responding.

"First year, higher level," he straightens up, smiling awkwardly, "Oh yeah? I remember being the new kid. We didn't move here until I was in elementary school. I had it pretty rough for awhile there, but I made friends eventually." Or they took pity on him, he's not sure which honestly.