Rebecca, with a knapsack full of her school stuff on her back and a duffel bag full of her personal possessions hanging from her elbow, is pounding on the door of the Blake house. It's spooky, but that's kind of why she picked it, so she's not going to let it stop her from hammering on the door till her arm falls off or someone answers it.
"Still, it's a proof of concept. Probably. Unless it didn't happen. That's the problem with speculating wildly about the ancient past, sometimes you turn out to be wrong."
"I'm still figuring that out. So far I know I like colours, fanfiction, and being needlessly adorable."
"Refine my handwriting to be as cute as possible without sacrificing legibility. Get sparkly iridescent rollerskates instead of any more normal colour. Cultivate an unapologetically cheerful attitude. Try to see the beauty and cuteness in everything. Put cute stickers in places that didn't need cute stickers but benefit from them anyway. Order an objectively absurd amount of ice cream at the ice cream and burgers place and then have fun eating it."
"Excellent. All according to plan. —I didn't actually plan that but I feel like I should have."
"Will my faucet smiley-face at me? Do the stairs say 'this way up'? Did you stick 'gullible' on the ceiling? I don't know and have to be on alert!"
Another little bow. "So yeah, I'm Rebecca, I do music and sticker ideas and now I live in your house."
"You're pretty cool and I'm glad you're in my house. I mean, sorry about the circumstances, obviously. But I think we're gonna be friends and I'm excited about that."
"I will keep that in mind. —while we're warning each other off people, if you haven't already been warned off the Paynes, be warned off the Paynes."