She meets his gaze, and myriad emotions play across her face. She's never been one to hide her emotions well, especially not when it comes to him.

She searches his face, looking for something different, something to identify him as the Other Gene, something other than his slightly longer hair or the camelhair coat. His eyes don't look as tired, perhaps. There's a bit of a harder set to his mouth. And the beer belly. That seems to be the most obvious feature that's missing.

Whoever she is, he's comfortable with her. (His wife.)

In the end, she just gives a little headshake and drops her gaze back to the drink in her hand.

"Again, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." All the sharpness in her voice is gone.