[ Yes. Yes - It takes a moment of focusing, but Kitty realizes who this is. Kate Bishop. She'd sat and spoken with Kate Bishop - held herself differently then, and wore a wig and glasses, and pitched her voice differently and disguised her accent...How much easier it would be if she'd just approached Kate as herself. If Kate were looking upon her now with recognition instead of an expression of deep mistrust. How funny. Johanna was right about the dangers of duplicity, it seems - though in a really indirect sort of way.

I wonder if she'll kill me. She looks like she's going for something deadly. But no; they wouldn't have made her the captain of a ship if she were the sort to shoot before asking questions. These people wouldn't be following her. Kitty hopes. ]

Yeah, I think I recognize you.

[ She tries for a smile. With the pain in her temples making her eyes narrow and the faint numbness in her face, it must look ghastly. ]

Like I said. We're from the same city. So we've probably bumped into one another before. I'm...

[ Kathleen, she almost says. Not even Kitty. Her real name instead of her schoolyard nickname. She supposes it's...that voice whispering in her ear, the one that sounds so much like her parents. ]

Lizzie. Lizzie Temple. I'm a waitress...

[ Blearily, she searches the other faces, trying to see if there's anyone who recognizes her. ]