[She manages not to flinch, though there's a brief flicker of hurt that crosses her face in spite of herself. Unfortunately for him, that only firms her resolve, back straightening as she moves in front of him to start heading toward- she doesn't know. The club building, probably. That seems as good a place to start as any. But as she passes him, she adds quietly,]
You can lie to yourself if you want to. But don't lie to me.
[She and her Scott (uncharitably, she keeps wanting to call him the real Scott) had made a promise a long time ago, a promise not to lie to each other. This Scott, of course, isn't bound by that, but there's no way in hell she's just going to let him throw a tantrum like this in front of her.]
How long ago did you get your powers, Scott?
[And maybe it seems like a too-abrupt shift of topic, but she's going somewhere with it.]
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You can lie to yourself if you want to. But don't lie to me.
[She and her Scott (uncharitably, she keeps wanting to call him the real Scott) had made a promise a long time ago, a promise not to lie to each other. This Scott, of course, isn't bound by that, but there's no way in hell she's just going to let him throw a tantrum like this in front of her.]
How long ago did you get your powers, Scott?
[And maybe it seems like a too-abrupt shift of topic, but she's going somewhere with it.]