Evening, XXXX Station.

Bianca (thinking): So, Camellia — well, Timothy now, he’ll be in “guy” mode — and Reseda are supposed to meet us here . . . Then we walk a few blocks to where Miranda and Poe wanted us to rendezvous. And we hope like hell that she really does just want to talk, not to start another fight over Patrick.

Timothy: Bianca! Patrick! Over here!

Bianca: Thanks for being backup, you two.

Timothy: No problem. You seem worried. Afraid it won’t go well?

Bianca: No, it’s not that, it’s . . . If you want to know, I’m all preoccupied with this fear that I’ve been subconsciously fetishizing trans guys.

Timothy: Ah! Yes, that would be bad.

Bianca: You must have experience with this, right? If a guy hits on you while you’re all dressed up, how do you decide whether he’s decent or a creep?

Timothy: Easy! The decent ones graciously back off when I tell them I’m only interested in women.

Bianca: Maybe I’ll just save the world some trouble and never speak again.

Timothy: Nonsense. Then who could give Patrick his orders?