"Of course I crushed it," Maeve answers with a snort of laughter when his knuckles nudge against her jaw. "I'm not worried about passing, I'm just..."

She trails off, then takes another sip of beer, and considers. This is the first time she's had anything to drink since coming here and it's not that Maeve actively avoids drinking or anything of the sort, she just hasn't been to any parties and drinking at the Home is clearly strictly forbidden. Besides, she was never the type to drink alone in her caravan anyway. It was one of those things she only ever did socially. But that means it's been months and even though she's only had a little less than half a beer, her head is already feeling a little buzzy.

"I want more than just a place," she says. "I've been in one cramped place after another and I want to go to school and get the sort of job that means something and lets me buy a house with big windows. And waiting for exam results is just another two months I'm not doing that."