+ some wonderlands are kind

[The feed opens in Kat's room. She's standing -- well, more like posing in front of her closet in full-on 90s skater girl clothes (caught a glimpse of the outfit on a magazine, figured why not?), complete with a skateboard. She has never skateboarded in her life, probably. (She's pretty sure about that one. There's no sense of familiarity when she looks at the skateboard. Give her a carburetor, though. Watch her assemble it in like a minute.)

Anyway, this tiny young woman looks like a teenager on a good day, and in this outfit, she looks 15 at best. In any case, she's got a grin on her face like she's been laughing at a good joke for the past 5 minutes.]

This place is pretty sweet! [That's half a lie. She thinks it's cool but she also Really Wants to Go Home before she forgets home altogether.] I'm like 90% sure I don't know how to use this stuff, though, so if somebody wants to teach me, I'm a quick study. It'll take an hour tops.

[Is she joking?? Because that sounds fake. But no, she means it.]

Or someone could teach me how to swim. I bet I can get the sweetest swimsuit outta this closet. Or a surfboard. I'm soooo ready to learn how to surf.

[She's been cooped up in her room for most of the past few days, writing down and/or sketching everything she remembers about home and the team before she forgets it.

Distract her, fellow residents of Wonderland. Please.]