She doesn't allow herself to flinch. She studies him, as much as she's ever been able to, and comes up with less than she'd like. It itches just below her skin to never be able to get as much from him as she wants. For a woman who'd given up on feeling this way about men, Cal's come out of nowhere to get under her skin. "Mine's not. Not anymore," is all she has to say. "It's over, Cal. No more aliases. No more hiding in plain sight. Everyone knows who I am, now," she gets out, as difficult as it is to say. "That was chosen for me yesterday."