{2}
[Great. A third person with my face? That's enough to give a girl a complex. She turns to look at the boy talking to her —
She doesn't scream. She freezes, so that her body doesn't do anything that might draw threatening attention while her mind struggles to process the best thing to do. She knows whoever this is isn't Nathan — he doesn't look like he's dying of consumption and also the Russian accent. She wishes her heart would get the message. Somehow she manages to speak.]
Not really. You're the second person I've met with yours.