Why does anybody do anything? Can you ever really know someone's real motivations? What is the truth, anyway?! [She punctuates this by throwing her arms into the air, eyes wide.

And then immediately lets them back down, necklace still dangling loose in her grip. Goddammit, this isn't working. She could just run, sure, but that wouldn't help either of them. It'd just make her look even more suspicious, which is a feat in itself. Mae sighs and hangs her head low, defeated.]

Promise you won't call the cops if I tell you. [It doesn't cross her might that he might be a cop, because c'mon, just look at him. Unless that's how cops dress here. You can never tell with this dumb city.]