[She raises her eyebrows, faintly amused now and even letting it show.]

Clandestine? We've just been shooting really loud bullets repeatedly in the open. There's nothing clandestine about this interaction.

[Which is a total lie, but just because she knows and he knows and they each know that the other knows that they've got lies in common doesn't mean she has to voice them out loud. Lying about how clandestine things are keeps them clandestine. Perfectly simple.]

It's Lila. And you're . . . Brock or Sam or something.