Her fingers worked through the tangles in her curls, fashioning her long hair into a pleated braid. Her attention was there for the most part, and so she only saw a pass of red over Kell's face, which she mistook for embarrassment and little else. She was silent, considering his words up to the last, when he clarified she was not the first.

Slowly, she looked up, her fingers stilling in her hair. The first thought she had was all wrong. Who could have come before her? But then, she wondered. Remembered.

"Someone's come here from one of your other Londons?"