[I2S2] Weird Al: Confirm placement of secondary cast members.
You ask your cheery little scout if what she sees here seems more or less right. Naught-father knows you've spent far too long scouring the most mundane variations of potential outcomes in order to pinpoint the likely choices.
It's not an exact science, but probabilities never are.
She nods, making a bunch of squeaky affirmative noises. You feel your face splitting into a smile.