[ Red is slowly getting the sense that Ishmael is trying not to stare and she's resisting the urge to cover up. Not like they haven't been intimate before. And, well, they're going to get filmed. Not that she's thrilled about that, but smashing up all the equipment - which she'd dearly love to do - seems counter-productive. ]

Uh, right... a "practice session". [ Red deadpans in response. She can guess what that's all about. She breathes out in a low sigh as she follows at a trot. Just before she goes to take her place up front, she leans over to murmur to Ishmael. ]

Good to see you, though-

[ And then she's there, staring at her "class" and feeling awkward and foolish. She's no actress, that's pretty clear, but she manages to stumble through the first line or three without making a complete hash of it. ]

Uh, right. That's it for today-

[ She tries to avoid staring at the camera. ]

-go ahead and... go home? I'll talk to you all tomorrow. Yeah. [ Not very convincing, but still. She waits as everyone files "out" and then she's left with her "student". ]

Are you not going home?