Gabriel gazes at Mariya, trying to be sure Claire isn't pranking him by wearing her hair this way. The similarities are uncanny. There's that classic pout that he always found endearing with Claire, but here, it's a bit strange to see it in action and being done by someone else.
"Are you Claire's sister?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"You're Mariya, right?"
"My friends call me 'Mari' or 'Riya'."
"So…" Gabriel hesitates. "Should I call you Mari, then?"
"You're not my friend. So call me Mariya, okay? I haven't investigated you, yet."
Gabriel laughs. "How old are you?"
"Old enough to kick your ass if you do something bad to my sister," Mariya says, folding her arms on her chest. "Do we understand each other?"
