He was mostly right on one count at least. Steph wouldn't say she was the happiest person ever, but she'd come a long way since she last saw Vergil.

She scratched at a scab on her arm, remembering the day of the bombing and how many tiny bits of metal she'd had to dig out of herself. Her smile is wry.

"Apology accepted. You got any specifics for me while I'm here, or do I have to wait until you're finished with auditions?"