"Beth." He sighs as he regards her, one hand on his hip. "My dear girl. You are absolutely atrocious at this." He drops his hand, then, and gestures towards her. "I know you spent at least some time in school. And in that school, you were a teenaged girl. No? So you must have some understanding of how this works. I'll walk you through it. Step one. Let's begin. What does she do in a typical day?"