Once a ‘good servant of the patriarchy,’ Dutch comic Micky Overman brings to this room, the energy of a head girl gone wild; or at least someone who’s getting in touch with herself in the face of a world she’s struggling to understand. She’s a millennial looking back on her love life, her first love, the great love of her life, and her current partner; unfortunately for her, they’re three different people. Overman also has thoughts about what hasn’t happened yet; her willingness to track down unavailable men as potential partners seems to have been a trait that led to a sense of unfulfillment, so what is the point?

Could compliant robots be the answer to her sexual urges? While Overman plays with some absurd or salacious ideas here, she also keeps things tightly tied into her search as a woman for a sense of herself that’s not dictated by a man. She’s acutely tuned into the conversational barbs that wound; when someone says ‘you’ve lost weight’ it’s a double-edged sword, and Overman sees each snarky comment from both sides.

The Precipice deals with Overman’s yearning for meaning that may or may not be solved by becoming a mother; one particularly sensitive personal aspect of the show is well-handled, but it’s the only sobering pit-stop in a funny, clever diatribe that skilfully locates itself on a fault-line between male expectations and female empowerment. Engaging audience sympathy is a key part of a successful Fringe show, and Overman makes an undeniable, indelible impression on her appreciative audience.

Micky Overman: The Precipice, Monkey Barrel The Hive, until 27 August, 6.10pm.