As she saw his reaction, the way he finally gave in, she finally started to understand why she wouldn't just let herself give in.  She recognized the actions between both of them, felt the way that each was trapped by the past, and knew that it was no less difficult for her whenever she made a mistake.<br/><br/>At least her natural talents wouldn't go to waste.  Putting a hand over her name tag, she let her eyes close, concentrating upon her appearance.  Her body shifted, her hair growing more white, her eyes gently trembling beneath closed lids.  It was difficult to do from memory, but not impossible, especially since she'd seen the girl less than an hour ago.  The hair intermittently went from white to dark and then back again, not unlike a smith hammering out the fine details of an appearance and constantly having to fix the things which went wrong from other alterations.<br/><br/>When she finally opened her eyes, she was as perfect a replica as she could manage, and she smiled ever so sweetly.  Yet her eyes held a soft longing, not even showing the shock of his true appearance.  Even her voice was spot on, a talented part of the illusion which made doppelgangers so notorious.  "Tell me how you really feel, Marcus."