Jim Samuels. And suddenly, she does take in his clothing, his appearance.

They'd told her there could be doubles, could be alternates - could even be twins of folks she knew, herself, anyone who were completely different people. Even wearing that face.

Steph feels sick. Her fingers curl around his palm when his hand touches hers and that's wrong in another way, too cool and too stiff for the way he's smiling at her, smiling the way a man would at one of the shows.

"I'm sorry," she says suddenly, apologies coming so easy. "I thought-- I mistook you for someone else. I'm afraid I'm new."