[Everyone else, Billie tuned out. Not so much so that she wouldn't know if someone pointed a gun at her, but you know. But Daud got her attention. She subtly eases back out of her lifeless lull and glances to him.]
I feel like a circus freak.
[She says with the faintest, fakest smile. She was reminded of the small, sharp knife hidden in her upper sleeve--the only place she COULD hide anyway. Playing pretend wasn't Billie's strong suit. But she wasn't a bad actor. Daud would be able to pick up on her acting ability later when she would help him find Delilah, but Daud knows her.]
Please tell me this was our only option.
[As for Daud, she crosses her arms and looks fully to him. Her eyes look him up and down.] Still, not bad. [As 'not bad' as pretending they were rich could get. Billie was more complimenting on how much he looked the part than on how good he looked. Even if he did, it wasn't her thing.] If anyone asks, you can say the scar is from the Navy.
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I feel like a circus freak.
[She says with the faintest, fakest smile. She was reminded of the small, sharp knife hidden in her upper sleeve--the only place she COULD hide anyway. Playing pretend wasn't Billie's strong suit. But she wasn't a bad actor. Daud would be able to pick up on her acting ability later when she would help him find Delilah, but Daud knows her.]
Please tell me this was our only option.
[As for Daud, she crosses her arms and looks fully to him. Her eyes look him up and down.] Still, not bad. [As 'not bad' as pretending they were rich could get. Billie was more complimenting on how much he looked the part than on how good he looked. Even if he did, it wasn't her thing.] If anyone asks, you can say the scar is from the Navy.