It might, but the problem with lying about everything is that thoughts can often gravitate to the safest conclusions, not the correct ones.
"What?" Is the answer that slips out of her mouth, hand still hovering there, only crooking up just slightly as she glances downwards to give herself a once-over. She was thorough, she changed her name— her appearance— long before the Legion set her loose, and Gabriel would never let anything slip; it means her conversational partner can't be criticizing the validity of her alias.
Still, there's a tinge of tightness in her chest, slowing her breathing. Adrenaline and uncertainty in that small, small moment. The thrill of a plan already gone potentially wrong by a 0.01% margin.
he's going to be so disappointed when he finds out her real name
"What?" Is the answer that slips out of her mouth, hand still hovering there, only crooking up just slightly as she glances downwards to give herself a once-over. She was thorough, she changed her name— her appearance— long before the Legion set her loose, and Gabriel would never let anything slip; it means her conversational partner can't be criticizing the validity of her alias.
Still, there's a tinge of tightness in her chest, slowing her breathing. Adrenaline and uncertainty in that small, small moment. The thrill of a plan already gone potentially wrong by a 0.01% margin.
"Is there something on my face?"