Seeing the sleazy expression on the captain's face, Grey's thoughts couldn't help but drift back to his encounter with the middle-aged man he had met earlier.
Although she had executed the disguise flawlessly, there were still things she couldn't completely hide. Habitual actions, deeply ingrained behaviors, were far more difficult to erase than appearances.
One such habit was the way she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her arm.
To an outsider, it would have looked like nothing more than a meaningless motion, something easily ignored. But Grey wasn't an outsider. He had spent a considerable amount of time with the captain, long enough to recognize that this specific action only appeared when she was trying, very hard, to restrain herself from getting a snack.
As Grey continued to look at her in silence, the carefree smile on the captain's face stiffened, freezing in place for the briefest moment.
'Could he have recognized me back then?'
