Vels hadn't realized she had been leaning in close to listen with a held breath. That was, until she finally released that breath. She shook her head.
"Mad man indeed, why earlier I-" But she paused and clamped her mouth shut. The old man didn't have to get all worked up, believing the same crazy man was here.
"Let's just say I have heard of him and well... some of his crazy, bizarre actions. But it's strange... Do you think he's disfigured? Is that why he wears the mask? It seems strange. Then again, if I were to go against the government, I guess hiding my face would make the most sense but..."
She paused to think, frowning.
"No, Ithink I'd want my enemy to know my face. Ugly or not. Just to rub it in their faces, like salt in a wound."
And she had no idea why she was telling this poor old man all of this. Perhaps stressful situations just did that to a person.