His accent is familiar - like one of the lodgers, the one who'd once taught her how to break a man's nose. Those were much simpler times.

Now she needs a new teacher, it seems. Someone to teach her about this place, this place that's so close to being familiar yet not at all like home. Someone to teach her about the internet, and texting, and all the ways cities have changed, and all the ways they haven't.

"Or through a looking glass." She nods, she knows that reference. "... Can you hear it, too?"