"Oh, here and there," Samira shrugged. "Not my own area personally, I've never had the need, but I've learned enough about the art through watching over shoulders."
Samira knew that she was revealing too much, but she'd found so few sources of interest since getting here and that was such a disappointment. Besides, who would believe John if he tried to say anything about Samira? The bland foreign girl in a headscarf? Oh, they might have half-serious thoughts about her being a suicide bomber or a weak-willed Arab wife-type, but no one would think she was having conversations about embezzlement.