But not as gorgeous looking as the one you're wearing now. [Mae's mind is working a mile a minute now, taking all these tidbits of information and connecting dots - but it's not a mystery, she reminds herself. It's as easy as asking, with some people. Not everyone keeps secrets and speaks in undertones.

She looks down at her own book, turning it over for Tessa to see.]

A Room of One's Own. It's...not a favourite, but it's an interesting read.

[A pause - easier to ask; she's going to test that.] Can I ask you where you're from, Tessa? And - when?