Spencer held her stoic face when she saw Elena exit the cafe, though she did wonder why the cheerleader left the cafe. The cup of coffee upon her table was still steaming the air with warmth, and there was a washroom inside the cafe as well. Not the cleanest of female washrooms, but it was still usable. If the girl was outside the cafe when the gas took effect, Spencer had a plan in mind.

Act confused. Deny knowledge.

The gas took effect, just as predicted. There were a few crashes of ceramic cups as the people that held onto them lost their consciousness. "What... is going on?" Spencer asked. She sounded confused, but her expression failed to match her tone. If Elena had not noticed that gas, Spencer would have a hard time explaining why she left the cafe when things like these were going to happen.

Then again, what were the chances of some schoolgirl expecting her to be a former trained assassin? (Emphasis on the 'former'.)

But when that strange woman appeared from behind them, the answer was probably 'very fucking likely'.

"Who are you?" Spencer directed her emotionless voice at the newcomer. The muscles in her hand tensed up, and she imagined the motions. In less than a second, she could reach in, grab her silenced pistol and shoot. The woman herself did not look to be carrying any weapons, meaning that Spencer had some sort of physical advantage.

"Good afternoon, Spencer Hilden. Elena Moriarty. Strange to be adopting such names." The woman spoke in a strong Spanish accent that implied connections with Western Europe. She took a few steps forward. Spencer maintained her emotionless look, but took a step back. Just because she didn't show her emotions did not mean that she lacked them.

Spencer shot a sidewards glance to Elena, and her gaze darted through the rooftops again. Still no potential snipers.

The woman extended a hand towards Spencer and Elena, with a smile. Whether the smile was genuine or not, it still sent a shiver down Spencer's spine. Who was she? And why did she confront her and the cheerleader?

"You came through all this trouble, to deal with two high school girls?"

Spencer waited for her answer. There was a little trick she knew about procuring information from others. Pretend to know more than they do, and wait for them to drop their guard and say it. Perhaps this woman knew enough, but not enough, about her. Perhaps Elena was just an innocent party.

Just believing it felt fake. Just like her personality in school. Just like her name and her new life.

[i]But I like my mask.[/i]