She's learned his nervous tics, the miniscule tells that identify when something isn't quite right--and before he even speaks, the shifting of his gaze says more than he might realize. She thinks to herself that he would probably be bad at poker.
"But..." Riza tilts her head, confusion writ in her face. "You have a life here. Understand the technology." A pause, uncertain, "you have people who know you. Who have known you."
"Even being able to blend in well, I could never fabricate those relationships. But at our wedding..." she remembers the crowd of happy faces, making a guest list and having no names to add herself. But there isn't any anger on her face--just confusion. "I don't understand."
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"But..." Riza tilts her head, confusion writ in her face. "You have a life here. Understand the technology." A pause, uncertain, "you have people who know you. Who have known you."
"Even being able to blend in well, I could never fabricate those relationships. But at our wedding..." she remembers the crowd of happy faces, making a guest list and having no names to add herself. But there isn't any anger on her face--just confusion. "I don't understand."