This is so many levels of strange she wouldn't know where to begin explaining it to anyone else. From the whole music deal to the faulty brainwashing, it's almost like living out some stupid book. She can't just turn to the back and find out how it ends, however.

She'd recognize that voice anywhere and quickly straightens up in her seat without thinking about it. Once she does, though, Riza leans forward arms crossed over the table top. "You can tell me anything." She wants to add, you've always been able to, but she has to hold that back for both their sakes.