Scars comfortably hidden, Steph tips spare water over her head and shakes it out, and then yanks her hair back into a neater ponytail.

"She'd have known. See, she's from the past - uh, of my world. Not from the past past, but from, you know, my past, when she came here --" Steph's not great at explaining today, apparently. "Anyway, she never got taught words at all. Body language is like - Like, okay, she could look at me now, and know what I'm thinking about or if I'm lying or whatever. Way creepy sometimes."

She shoves towel and water into her bag and bounces up, all done practicing.

"--I'm Steph, by the way. Nice to meet you, yeah?"