Marguerite nodded slowly as Henry explained why superheroes hid their identities. It made sense, protect the loved ones. After all, if Chauvelin had known it was Percy, well, he already proved he had no qualms using her, what was to stop him from trying to use her to bait her husband? Instead he had baited her with the life of her brother. And she was just one woman, okay the woman he was obsessed with and wanted to control, but still!
"That would make sense. It would be hard to explain to the people here that those they read about in books are real."
Marguerite had yet to realize if she was fictional or not. She hadn't decided to look things up on the google or whatever it was called. Part of her was curious but she also didn't want to know what would happen, or if it was wrong, or any other such matter at hand. Besides, it was fairly obvious what would happen in her opinion. She'd die and really, she didn't need to read it or see it or however her story might end up being told.
"He is, yes. You know how I mentioned the Scarlet Pimpernel? The man who would go to France to save people from la guillotine? That is also him. I only just found out before showing up here... he was managing to trick the Committee and Chauvelin to save people and none of us knew who he was. Just those who he led, Armand included...."
She had known Armand was up to something, he had been secretive which he never was but she had never thought it was that. And Percy, well, Percy had managed to fool even her. She didn't know if that said she wasn't such a good actress or just that Percy was that good. She was going with the latter, personally.