"Maybe," it's a horrible avoidance and she knows it. It sounds pathetic.

Raylene's feet dance a bit around the edge of what she deems to be his 'personal space'. It's a rough estimate of his reach, should his arms be extended.

The small woman realizes that she won't be getting anywhere without humoring the big guy. And being stuck in here, waiting for someone else to discover her and this mess is making her antsy.

"R - Helen. Helen Ramirez." A lie that almost wasn't.