((OOC: they only know her as Liz, nobody at the bunker has seen Kate's wanted poster yet. Let's pretend Claire thought Liz instead of Kate))
"Something good?" Alia asked, distracted. "No. I wouldn't say that." She looked back over her shoulder, wondering how long it would be before Zoey came back. If she came back. If Alia hadn't hallucinated the whole thing as some kind of elaborate internal explanation for the extreme dislocation of being convinced that it was somebody else's face in the mirror.
Aaron was looking at her with his bright baby eyes. She smiled and tickled him, but it was an empty gesture. She felt jarred, dislocated, and Zoey's calm admission that she worked for the bad guys - the balance, she'd called it, but Alia could see through that. Someone else went through time fixing things. Alia went through time breaking them. She didn't want to be on the evil side of things.
[Alia]
"Something good?" Alia asked, distracted. "No. I wouldn't say that." She looked back over her shoulder, wondering how long it would be before Zoey came back. If she came back. If Alia hadn't hallucinated the whole thing as some kind of elaborate internal explanation for the extreme dislocation of being convinced that it was somebody else's face in the mirror.
Aaron was looking at her with his bright baby eyes. She smiled and tickled him, but it was an empty gesture. She felt jarred, dislocated, and Zoey's calm admission that she worked for the bad guys - the balance, she'd called it, but Alia could see through that. Someone else went through time fixing things. Alia went through time breaking them. She didn't want to be on the evil side of things.