"Thanks, luv." It's six of one, half a dozen of the other if she's red-faced from cold or slight embarrassment, but she drops her robe with a squeal of protest at the cold before sliding into the water.

"Ooo! Well, that's sure a one-eighty, now isn't it?" Her eyes are wide with the shock of adjusting to the extreme change of temperature, but she's grinning, even so: determined to enjoy herself despite the obvious age gap between them and the new situation. Only once she's settled into the water does she realize Lisa might not recognize her.

"Ellie," she reminds her, reaching out a dripping hand. "From the Network?"