I don't even know how the brain thing works. I think it's better not to try. [It'll give her a headache.] I do like the easy information though. Less having to go around asking people what they're doing all the time. [She always hated that part. Walking through the streets as the Champion. Constantly feeling like an imposter.

It's not bad advice and she sighs.] I never thought I'd be in competition with myself, but it's a bit funny, to be honest. One of the first things I asked was if he's more attractive than I am, and I never got an answer. Terribly rude.

It just goes to show how much of her humor is ways to hide when something stabs her right through the damned gut.] So where are you from, then?