"Oh, right." Steph grins, dismissing her own confusion with a handwave. "I'm, um, nursing. In Kenya. We go from village to village bringing medicines and giving vaccinations and stuff. I think Lesley's trying to make me into a healer instead of a fighter."

She picks up a pebble in her left hand, bounces it once or twice on her palm, and then flicks it out across the glassy surface of the lake. Seven, eight, nine skips before it sinks. No hesitations or sense of performance on Steph's part. Just a girl, skipping stones.

"I'm not sure it's working, honestly."