[It's odd to look at someone and feel somewhat like she's peering into a mirror. Max's nails are painted a pretty duck egg blue, manicured but not too long; it's amazing how much people judge from such small things, and she'd wanted to lean away from the femme fatale or spoiled heiress role. A sensible color, sensible length. Pretty but not overtop. If she'd known she was going to undressed here, she would've worn underwear to give the same impression, but at least black is a fairly sedate choice.
It hasn't escaped her notice that she's the only one revealing anything so far, but that's fine, she can be patient. Regardless of whether she gets any information for this little task they've given her, she's curious about Emma.]
Cruel, is how I'd describe it. On the part of our hosts.
[The best lies start with the truth, and this is a truth. Having the name on the first man she ever killed is cruel, there's no need to remind her of such a horrific thing undertaken when she was barely fifteen. She could have lied, of course, but she's seen the people in charge inspecting the clipboards and assumes they'd have revealed the lie. Better not to leave herself open to that sort of scrutiny.]
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It hasn't escaped her notice that she's the only one revealing anything so far, but that's fine, she can be patient. Regardless of whether she gets any information for this little task they've given her, she's curious about Emma.]
Cruel, is how I'd describe it. On the part of our hosts.
[The best lies start with the truth, and this is a truth. Having the name on the first man she ever killed is cruel, there's no need to remind her of such a horrific thing undertaken when she was barely fifteen. She could have lied, of course, but she's seen the people in charge inspecting the clipboards and assumes they'd have revealed the lie. Better not to leave herself open to that sort of scrutiny.]