[ Have the most awkward, relieved laugh in the world, Connor. ]

Nah, it's okay. I'm-- kind of from a few hundred years later than you are. Somehow. I'm not really sure how that's possible, right now.

[ Still, she's sure she'll figure it out. Giving him a far more genuine smile now that she's not terrified of being stabbed, Rebecca goes to shove her arm against her locker to open the door. Ta-da. ]

Oh, sweet! My tunes!

[ Excuse her for a moment while she holds her MP3 player and headphones to her chest. ]