"Just tell me one thing about you that no one else knows. Not even the marshals." [Theo/Carolena]
There was a lot the marshals didn't know about her. Little things like how she'd played soccer as a kid until a knee injury had taken her away from her favorite game or how her favorite color was yellow and how her favorite movie had been her inspiration for her career. Or, well, the career she'd been forced to give up when she entered witness protection. The things they knew about her were analytical at best, her real name for example, one that she thought about often, one that she almost used when introducing herself to people. It was hard to remember that she was no longer Paloma. "Well," she managed to look up at him and wondered what to tell him and why he wanted to know. Though the answer was clear as she twirled their fake ring with one hand. That was why--he was supposed to know these things about her. "I'm allergic to strawberries," she told him but it felt strange to settle on that. "Christmas is my favorite holiday." She nodded finally. "I used to go all out, you know how all the shops start putting all the decor out early on and people just think who on else is buying all of this? That was me. The lights, the fake snow, the candy canes. I never get sick of it."
