Eames, you might need to reexamine your life, if this is a common thing.

It's hard to describe the way she realizes she can recognize what he is immediately, but that recognition shows on her face. Someone like her. A fae -- she's never met another one before...not that she can remember, at least. For a moment, she only stares at him, brows creased in a curious, sort of wary expression.

"... Not dead yet." There's the thing. She might not be able to lie, but as she's learning, that doesn't mean she has to tell the truth. "That's got to count for something."