Fiona and Heronica, Athena saw, as the two figures raised their face caps a little bit, offering their faces to the little-to-no glow in the streets.
But Athena could see, and so could Ewan.
"Heronica." Athena said in a flat tone, her arms crossing against her chest, her gaze cool and unreadable.
"Athena." Heronica said, like a greeting, shifting on her feet, looking a bit nervous.
Athena thought she didn't look like the killer of months ago, but she could agree that the latter still had her skill set of guises. She folded her mouth, biting down the urge to slap the killer when the memory of that day burned into her head.
She rather took in the guise this time—all black male clothes, including the shoes and cap, all black. In this way, no one who had known them before would have recognized them. She wouldn't have recognized them too, if there hadn't been a text about this meeting.
