"You're right." It brought the smile back, amused and faintly tolerant. "I do get that a lot, one of those faces I guess?" Cheekbones that could cut glass and a know-it-all smile, just a bit too real to be a model but maybe that was why everyone always thought ...
Mystique shrugged her shoulders slightly, eying Bennet more critically. "I ... you do look sort of, well. Not familiar exactly, but, do you take the subway? You feel like one of those people I see a lot on the train, or down the hall? I work just over there."
She nodded back over her shoulder at a tall building rising gracefully in the distance. "Kathleen Edwards, of Thatcher, Morgan, and Edwards - my father, not me. I don't suppose you were looking for a lawyer recently? Call me Kate."