"Water would be great, thank you," Vanya replies loud enough for the bartender to hear. She only looks at them for long enough to be polite and then her eyes are back to the stage where this woman - Viv - is smashing on an electric guitar with the most astounding grace.

She always liked the guitar. An unsuitable instrument, Number Seven remembers. The violin in the case strapped around her chest was a means to make herself more extraordinary, a power she could give herself. In some other universe, maybe this is her.

A few people start to applaud her in a run of fabulous arpeggios and Vanya joins in herself with a little whoop. She smiles up at Marcus and asks, "how did you find it?"