Greta just arches an eyebrow at the accusation; Saoirse must know how ridiculous an idea it is, really. Not that spontaneously aging seven years and being gifted memories to match is less ridiculous, but at least there's a bloody precedent for it.

She waits patiently as Saoirse fetches her phone and fiddles with it, going straight to her Suddengram account. When she finally speaks, it's clear that some of the wind has gone out of her sails.

"I'm flattered you think I could," she gently replies. "You know I barely understand how Suddengram works."