In Vanisher's time here, he would have met one of the professors on the campus, a woman by the name of Storm. The African princess would have had to be in her thirties. If she'd had some forgotten love child from her late teens, this would have been the girl. She looked like Storm, but teenage, barely into puberty.
Her eyes turned towards the man rather obviously checking her out and she raised an eyebrow to look back at him. "You know, looks like that are a good way to get slugged in some parts of town, buddy," she said, flashing him an impish grin. "Are you one of the students here? I'm betting so with that fancy light show of yours."