[Oh. He doesn't... he doesn't know her. El's smile dies on her face as she steps back, and she looks at him carefully now.]
[He looks younger than Neal. Maybe just the way his hair falls? And his sense of style is different, too, Neal rarely wears something this casual unless he's putting on some kind of a front. She thinks, maybe, he carries himself differently too, but she can't quite put a finger on it.]
[It's always possible Neal is just... pretending he doesn't know her, for whatever reason? Elizabeth doesn't think so, though, and if he is then it would probably be important to play along. She stands back a pace.]
I'm sorry, you-- you look just like a friend of mine.
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[He looks younger than Neal. Maybe just the way his hair falls? And his sense of style is different, too, Neal rarely wears something this casual unless he's putting on some kind of a front. She thinks, maybe, he carries himself differently too, but she can't quite put a finger on it.]
[It's always possible Neal is just... pretending he doesn't know her, for whatever reason? Elizabeth doesn't think so, though, and if he is then it would probably be important to play along. She stands back a pace.]
I'm sorry, you-- you look just like a friend of mine.
[It's credibly even.]