Jennifer is halfway through climbing a vending machine when she notices someone standing nearby. She pauses, one sneaker still braced against the metal, and slowly looks Astra up and down before hopping down like she totally meant to be doing that. “Well… okay,” she says, brushing imaginary dust off her skirt. “Either I just died and this is the afterlife, or you’re Astra.” Jennifer tilts her head with an amused little smile, offering her hand like this is a perfectly normal way to meet someone. “Jennifer Check,” she says casually. Then, softer—almost curious—“Hi.” 💜