[Real Shaw doesn't hesitate: she steps up next to the real Fauna, shoulder to shoulder. The fact that they're strangers doesn't matter - and the fact that they're both real does.]
She sure would.
[Impostor Shaw, meanwhile, cuts her gaze to Fauna's wrist and narrows her eyes.]
no subject
She sure would.
[Impostor Shaw, meanwhile, cuts her gaze to Fauna's wrist and narrows her eyes.]
The hell is that?