"Wanna split some?" Steph asks. She's mostly just been eating PB&Js for all her meals and could use some real food. Not that mini donuts in any way count as real food, but, whatever, it's better than nothing. "And I'm saving all my freaking out for private, but don't worry, I'm doing it."

She's got a whole smorgasbord of issues to deal with, and the whole alternate dimension thing is actually pretty low on the list. But...she's trying to cope. It's easier in public than when she's alone in her apartment, and right now she feels actually okay.