"Genevieve," she echoes, noting the pronunciation. After Latin and Greek at school and Farsi on the phone with her grandmother the vowels are almost easier. "That's beautiful." It suits its bearer: lovely in a way that doesn't make an effort to blend in. "I'm Mira."

Mira grins, self conscious at Genevieve's bluntness, but also reassured by it. "Oh, I could be very into other fun, too," she assures her. "More that I'm not used to being asked..." She chews on her lip for just a moment. "Do you want to get some air, maybe, stop screaming at each other?"