She isn't sure how much stock anyone can really put in Red's promises. There's so much he isn't telling her that even if he isn't lying to her face, she can still estimate dozens of lies of omission. But for some reason, and god help her whatever it is, she wants to believe him.
So she doesn't say 'Bullshit', even though that's the first word on her tongue.
"Then how did you get here?" she asks instead, eyes drifting back over the room. "And when? I was just with you. You couldn't have had time to sample their scotch before I got here."
Assuming the timeline is right and he isn't lying to her, and that all of this — whatever this is — fits into a neat little box.
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So she doesn't say 'Bullshit', even though that's the first word on her tongue.
"Then how did you get here?" she asks instead, eyes drifting back over the room. "And when? I was just with you. You couldn't have had time to sample their scotch before I got here."
Assuming the timeline is right and he isn't lying to her, and that all of this — whatever this is — fits into a neat little box.