Steph startles a bit, blinking at the marbles but- no, she hadn't seen it right. She couldn't have. She's just rough off little sleep, a long walk, and everything that's happened the last few days. That's all.

Besides, every word Synthia speaks breaks her heart a little bit more.

"There's some kids around here," Steph points out, glancing over her shoulder at the rest of the bar. She leans on the counter, arms folded, her pristine dress uniform wrinkling at the elbows as her shoulders hunch to look a little smaller, less intimidating. "I could teach you how to start with, and maybe you could make friends with some of them?"