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Easy

Posture relaxed, looking away. She's confident that you aren't in on PIGEON's scheme.

Easy

A practiced calm. He knows how he looks and dares you to question the asymmetry.

Medium

Bravado. Nothing else.

Medium

Making Goat Eyes look like a snitch, with none of the perks.

Challenging

Rings honest enough, but there's something more.

Medium

Defences going up -- but curiosity as well.

Medium

The words roll off his tongue, smooth as the smoky bergamot cologne he's wearing.

Medium

Someone's used to improvising pitches.

Medium

Hard to tell if he's genuinely worried about being exposed, or it's just part of the sell.

Medium

He's scanning you, as he has scanned many before.

Medium

His posture spells it out: not at the moment, at least.

Easy

He's not lying, but it's not your lines he's interested in.

Medium

It's not the lines he cares about. Only your reactions to his reactions.

Medium

Funny. Didn't seem like he had any problems asking that.

Heroic

Does his story hold?

Easy

After a moment, his face drops as he realises what he has to do.

Challenging

His trigger finger twitches.

Legendary

Eyes aren't bloodshot. He's close to sober -- his reactions will be better than last time.

Legendary

Eyes aren't bloodshot. He's close to sober -- minimal reaction delay.

Medium

His smirk's gone. Just a tight line now, barely there.

Easy

Easy. There's no recognition on his end. Not one dot connected.

Medium

Easy there. No recognition on his end. Not even a hint.

Easy

He's thought about it, turned it over and over in his head until it all clicked.

Medium

He can't take his eyes off your outfit. Must be jumpy around law enforcement.

Challenging

It sounds like a yelp of pain.

Easy

Humour: sub-zero.

Easy

Something flares in her eyes. The same sheen of keen paranoia, brightened threefold.

Easy

Brighter. Madder.

Medium

You look into her eyes. She's not on anything chemical, nor is she sober. This is a different kind of high.

Easy

But she smiles like she does.

Easy

Something flares in her eyes. The same sheen of keen paranoia, brightened threefold.

Easy

An insane sun rises from behind her eyes.

Challenging

Wait. There's something off about this woman's off-ness... she's not what she appears to be.

Challenging

The role-subject dissonance is too much. Your brain is incapable of processing it.

Medium

An exotic air about this man, difficult to place and exceptionally handsome. The suit he's wearing hasn't been changed in days.

Medium

His eyes dart ever-so-slightly.

Easy

It must be said, this is the most handsome political economist you've ever encountered.

Easy

Traces of a born romantic linger in the man's voice. This was a doomed endeavour from the very beginning.

Easy

First impressions matter -- the person responsible for the design of this journal knows that.

Easy

She smiles at you again, but her eyes are cold.

Easy

True fanatic detected. Be careful what you say, and how you say it.

Medium

The sunlight sears his blue eyes white.

Easy

Fear in her eyes. Like you're being watched.

Medium

No, she knows, but she won't help out a thief. Looks like you're on your own.

Easy

She sighs, nostalgic.

Easy

She flaps her hand, dismissing space exploration as a logistical inconvenience.

Medium

Eyes flashing, voice lowered, some sweet and succulent secret on the tip of her tongue.

Challenging

She raises a finger to the heavens, threatening the angels not to challenge her authority on the matter.

Easy

A man of strong opinion that he's not afraid to shout about. Even to children.

Easy

The boy seems confused that he has to explain this.