The first time she ever came to New York, Lucy Prebble says, “I exhaled.” She is looking around Times Square with pleasure: “Here, I feel very relaxed.” It’s not the most obvious reaction to the neon-lit chaos in front of us. We pick our way around people hustling for small change and a troupe of young men in red shirts performing a dance routine, and raise our voices to hear each other over car horns and sirens.