Queenie shifted so she was more firmly between Bobby and the rest of the group. She could sens him trembling behind her. Trying to get out of an anxiety attack, no doubt.
"As I said before," Queenie said to the one with the kid with no small hint of malice in her voice, "I'm Eliza, and I don't know where we are," she gave a quick roll of her eyes to make time for a decision on how much to give away, "That's kinda how these situations work."
She drew a little more attention. Bobby could fade into the background for as long as he needed.
And that was when she gave the only person here she had even a modicum of respect for a proper look. James?
There was a string of words she would probably get slapped for running through her head even if her expression didn't change in the slightest. Why hadn't he given her away? Did he just not care?
Even if he did change his mind on whatever motive he had, it wasn't like she'd lied. She could say that she goes by her middle name. After all, her first name is Queenie. Most people would see that reasoning as good enough.
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