She shrugs. "I'm sure I've met a teacher, but I think that's just for the children that the Two brought here."

Which is a subject she's not thrilled with, to say the least. It seems cruel, to her, that children are punished by the Two. Surely judging children so harshly is beneath what beings the Two are supposed to be. But apparently not. They keep showing up, alongside the adults.

"No, you go ahead," Fortescue adds, smiling. "I'll try something else. I should branch out, anyway."

Pausing, she offers a hand.

"I'm Fortescue, by the way." She nods at the cat sleeping in the pane of sunlight on the ground. "And that's Jazz."