Katsumi had spent her whole life around people who lied and killed for a living. Then again, she did not know that and had always merely considered herself an excellent judge of character. She made a habit of reading a lot of people like books, but a lot of people left themselves wide open to be read. They were almost asking for it, she rationalised. This man was trying to close up. Her face had not reflected his smile as most people expected because she had never quite seen the point in just copying expressions, but her eyebrows rose slightly at that lie. Yes, it was a lie. It was too stiff, that gestured too orchestrated to be the truth unless he was awful at telling that. Most people would have brushed that aside, ignored it by default; if he didn’t want to answer then he didn’t want to answer. Katsumi automatically started pulling apart the why behind the lying. She was a complete stranger, why was there a need to lie?
“Oh.” The phrase ‘I think’ didn’t really help her that much, and she was about to say so only nicer when he added the rest. This time she gave the back of his head a thoughtful smile, beginning to turn with him to examine his face rather than look the way he was pointing. She did not need to see where he was pointing. She could hear his instructions quite clearly and her sense of spatial awareness was fine. “I see it.” She could. In the not too far distance, just past his head. “You didn’t have to lie though.” A shake of her own phone to mark her point and she adjusted the strap of her bag, nodding her head in thanks... And stopping no more than a foot and a half away from him as she received another text. Yes, she was out of the apartment, and her thumbs immediately set about stabbing out a response while she swore softly in Japanese.