It'd be tough to miss Lourdes at the best of times - not for her height, but the hot pink wool-crepe coat she's wearing as a dress, flared out from the waist with a cape detail at the shoulders. She looks to have been exploring sort of aimlessly, detouring when she'd caught sight of the bloke over there with the lazy line of smoke rising. It's probably the cigarettes she's presently most interested in - borne out by her gamely cheerful greeting: “You wouldn't let a girl bum one of those off of you, huh, mister?”

A Londoner by her accent - not the kind that matches the price-tag of that outfit - but who can tell, around here? Maybe she's actually from space. A lot of people in space speak with British accents, she's learned, mostly because one of her uni mates has the kind of extensive collection that probably could do with serious psychological intervention.