Red eyes meet black, and there's the sense of insight - not supernatural, but the way someone says something recognizable in another language, and on reflex, another will look up to see them.

"They're speaking a bit too well of you in a manner that doesn't quite feel earned. To refuse them is a discourtesy, to accept them is nigh on a deception, at least to you."

She holds the other woman's gaze, waiting for a refutation of the words.