If Amanda was a little bit suspect before, the moment Camile used her name--not Doctor Perry, Nick had been the only one who had called her by anything but her title--would certainly have done it. And the change in form of...whatever this thing was proved that this wasn't the woman she'd used to live out her long held fantasies.
The knot in her chest loosens, although it doesn't quite go away, especially when she notices the change in Aymeric. Still, now that she knows for sure that this is something mechanical--the flickering stutter makes her think it's a projection, although she can't find the source yet--it's easy for her to shift to being professional in her own way.
"It's just wearing his face," she says softly. "And I wouldn't trust anything it tells you that you don't already know. Or tell it anything more." She only has faint ideas about where it might be getting its information from and what it's trying to do, but it can't be anything good.
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The knot in her chest loosens, although it doesn't quite go away, especially when she notices the change in Aymeric. Still, now that she knows for sure that this is something mechanical--the flickering stutter makes her think it's a projection, although she can't find the source yet--it's easy for her to shift to being professional in her own way.
"It's just wearing his face," she says softly. "And I wouldn't trust anything it tells you that you don't already know. Or tell it anything more." She only has faint ideas about where it might be getting its information from and what it's trying to do, but it can't be anything good.