A shift as she knew it had never been so simple as taking the barest impression of a person and mimicking the shape of them. There was the frame beneath flesh and fat, the gait drawn as much by experience as by biology, the hundred tiny details and overarching themes that all went into a person. Thirty years after her ability had emerged and she could mimic the shape of a person in under a minute's observation, less if adrenaline pumped and she needed that camouflage in a panic.
It was strange to think of another person doing as she did, even if it was meant for the dream world and not the one they both lived in. She knew exactly how much experience went into that chameleon nature. How careful and observant a person would need to be to learn what she had found instinctual and needed only to refine in order to pass closer or more lengthy inspections.
She smiled as he copied her shape, the whim of a moment calling on having seen several of the woman's movies and never quite having had a chance to play her out in space beyond a spot in front of a bedroom or bathroom mirror. "Impressed? I think you'll have to do better than that, Mr. Eames." The words are teasing despite their apparent formality, and where she paused and stretched with a careful arch of her back, it was in shifting in the same smooth action. Sophia stretched up, a new woman relaxed. Darker skinned and sharp eyed, this form was an imitation of a young doctor Mystique had seen moving about the hotel, boasting the kind of cleverness she preferred to avoid in those who dealt in scalpels and curiosity. "And here I thought gentlemen preferred variety," she said, her voice a pitch perfect London estuary accent.
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It was strange to think of another person doing as she did, even if it was meant for the dream world and not the one they both lived in. She knew exactly how much experience went into that chameleon nature. How careful and observant a person would need to be to learn what she had found instinctual and needed only to refine in order to pass closer or more lengthy inspections.
She smiled as he copied her shape, the whim of a moment calling on having seen several of the woman's movies and never quite having had a chance to play her out in space beyond a spot in front of a bedroom or bathroom mirror. "Impressed? I think you'll have to do better than that, Mr. Eames." The words are teasing despite their apparent formality, and where she paused and stretched with a careful arch of her back, it was in shifting in the same smooth action. Sophia stretched up, a new woman relaxed. Darker skinned and sharp eyed, this form was an imitation of a young doctor Mystique had seen moving about the hotel, boasting the kind of cleverness she preferred to avoid in those who dealt in scalpels and curiosity. "And here I thought gentlemen preferred variety," she said, her voice a pitch perfect London estuary accent.