She nods.

"All right, tell me about Other Me's friends... and what was it like for us hanging out together, if you know it?"

"The ones living here, beyond the two of us, are Delia and Benjamin. They look like this now." Jenwy gets to take a look at them. "They came here for the skiiing, mostly, but they're learning about construction and robot running too."

Stare.  Try to memorize their faces.

"Robot running?  What's that?  Robots are a thing in Ev, but -"

"Fixing and cleaning and keeping track of and using the remote control to control robots. Like pallet moving robots, or delivery robots, or cleaning robots. We have a lot of them now."

"Oh - I was thinking you meant giving robots literal legs and having them run races!"  She slaps her leg.

"Yeah, we have those sorts of robots too.  I wasn't interested in them - Other Me wasn't either, it doesn't look like?"

"You've always been more of a... sporty type. In both places, we expect."

"I guess so, though - there really aren't that many sports in Ev.  You can get into dance, and run around the woods role-playing, but..."  She spreads her hands.  "I'm so much looking forward to skiing!"

"I bet it's going to be wonderful! And the new snowmobile system is super-awesome too."

"The other kids you grew up with aren't going to this school, but you'd still want to know their names. You'd need to take a fair bit of notes, I'm afraid..."

Jenwy takes notes.

She stares at the yearbook pictures, trying to connect them in her head.  She should be able to do it, after all - everyone here does it, somehow - she's usually been able to tell her friends when they were in character in plays or LARPs without their nametags -

But as she glances back up over her notes, she's still not sure she's got it.

"I'll... try," she whispers.

She tries to shake out her skirt theatrically, but it's far too short.

"... For that matter - why do you wear such short skirts anyway?"

"We like to... make things comfortable, we like that challenge? So we sort of train ourselves to feel comfortable in short skirts like that and show off that we can manage to do it!"

Jenwy wrinkles her nose.

"You want to be comfortable... so you're training to be comfortable... that feels sort of circular!  Couldn't you do that with - oh, prickly metal?  Or any other sort of clothes?"

(Metal armor is at least something she's occasionally worn at camp.)

"Well it doesn't give that nice feeling of being safe and able to relax? And for fancy business meetings, we use something really elaborate and hot and heavy called a fursuit."

She tenses.  "N....no?"  She reluctantly has to add, "I haven't been relaxing since I first set out to class this morning..."

"That's because you're not used to it yet! Or again, I guess."

"... Again?  You really think I could be the same person as Other Me -- or I could've been switched from here as a baby?  I guess maybe?"

That switching was the premise of a half-dozen stories she can remember right now.

"No I mean... Jenwy from here was comfortable in such exposed clothes and now Jenwy, as in you, isn't anymore! So Jenwy would want to... be able to be comfortable in her normal clothes again."

Yeah, she hasn't been thinking about it that way - but it fits.

Jenwy-local-to-here, as in the role she's now taking on, is normally comfortable in these clothes.

She pats her skirt, appraisingly, and nods.  "Maybe... I'll try."

"Well I think you'd need to start wearing something a bit different or people will think you're weirdo for putting on clothes you can't even bend over to pick something up in!"

"... You noticed?"

"Well... I only guessed? You seemed, like, tense? And you talked about not relaxing since you set out to class."

"What other bit-different things are there?  You mentioned a furry suit... would that be too formal for class?"

(She didn't see anyone wearing anything that could be that today, did she?)

"Like, we have all kinds of clothes! Pants and shorts and dresses and skirts and bodysuits and... so many different kind of fancy, exotic styles of clothing. A fursuit would not be too formal to class, although it might be annoying to deal with in everyday life? It's... sort of how formalwear works. Costly signaling. But on the other hand, we do put in a lot of work to make it comfortable so maybe... it just works now?"

It feels like admitting she's failed at... no, the Project of pretending to be Other Her... no, of taking on the role goes deeper than that.

"Could I even get a fursuit before class tomorrow?  And for that matter, what... is... a fursuit?"

She opens up her phone and pulls up a picture.

"... when you said it might be annoying in everyday life..."