Phoebe's POV
'Does this mean he won't grill me with more questions for now?' I wondered.
My eyes darted, and I found myself unconsciously moving closer to Harold, thinking, 'Is he actually agreeing to have a real conversation?'
I caught Lucas and Alan exchanging amused looks at my obvious maneuvering. Their expressions seemed to say, 'So she really does have other identities? How old is this girl anyway? Just a teenager, right? Does she ever sleep, or is she constantly learning new skills?'
Alan's stare felt too penetrating. I turned toward him. "Alan? What's with that look?"
My face when I'd seen the jar containing my mother's brain had been horrifying. Now, to pull me out of that dark place, Alan caught Harold's subtle signal and shrugged. "Just curious how many more tricks you've got hidden in that petite body of yours."
I simply smiled without responding.
"We're done here. Time to leave," Harold announced.
