Marc's body language betrayed him before his words could. His tension was infectious and right away she felt her hands ball into fists as he briefed her on the situation. She wasn't ready to be found out, not yet -- they had scarcely discussed the outcome, preferring instead to revel in the dangerous excitement of their coupling, and all of a sudden it seemed to be upon them if he was to be believed. Corinne nodded now and then at his words, her expression dire. "I understand," she said simply, then mimicked his actions with a menu of her own.<br/><br/>"I think being quiet is the wrong idea. If you're being watched, then it would be prudent to act as if nothing is wrong," she remarked, then set the laminated sheets flat on the table, pointed to something on it, and began to laugh at nothing in particular. It amazed even her at how quickly she thought to feign humor. After a minute, she dug out her tablet and began to gesture to his schedule, blathering nothing important at all about his upcoming appearances and what to expect, even throwing in a jab about liberal talk show hosts for good measure.