With Joker set up more or less in front of his locker, she wanders her way down the long aisle of lockers until she finds her own, right near the very end 002 » 200. Even without her hearing, he's still within earshot, so it's not wholly rude. As he goes about sorting through the contents of his locker, so does she, managing to get as dressed as far as her underwear and her black leather jacket before shoving the Tranquility-issued uniform into her bag with the rest of her things. (She, very much like him, isn't going to be wearing that jumpsuit, thanks very much.)

She's combing her fingers through her hair, trying to make sense of all of its roughly-hewn geometric angles when she makes her way over again, messenger bag slung across her body, her legs and torso still very much bare despite the black leather that covers her here and there. "It's a nickname," she tells him; the truth, more or less.

"I was born there." A lie.