She hits a snag fourteen years to the southsecond, and catapults randomly into her own timestream to offset the damage. She's still not used to these fucking heels - and rumor (read: herself from four years forward) has it that she's going to see him (read: her him, the him the same age as her, perfect balance) again before the month is out!
So, look, she's still new at this. She's forgotten to seal off her pre-Champion stuff.
So, look. Maybe she's just temporally displaced her past self into the labs with a killer headache for a week (unintentional side effect of looping, study more later!), and maybe. Maybe! Just ever-so-slightly maybe, maybe she's in her old room.
Her old... Shared... Room.
(Totally impartial science observation: he looks so young.)
"- Hi there!! Hi. Sorry about this, but I'm still not used to riding without the training wheels. It's good to see you again! Probably not allowed, but super good! This is my fault, right? You're not the one in the wrong place at the wrong time?"
She frowns, numbers running through her head. No, it can't be that. She's fucked up here. She's the one who's crashed.
"...Because if you are, expect a sternly worded letter from my company to yours, right. I'll have my people contact your people! Even though it is my fault. I was aiming for five hundred, but a five is a backwards two and I was coming from behind the - well, you won't understand what I'm talking about, or actually remember it, but. Hi, Theta! Long time no see."
