It was clear from her face that no, she didn't know - and more than that (so much more than that), she didn't know that Lara was one, either.

Or what that even meant. She down a big swallow of the whiskey. "I- Uh. The old guy, he-- he was going to sacrifice me so he could like... live forever, or something, and the other guy helped him." Even with Lara's smoothing earlier, her hand holding the glass shook, and she had to put it down, spreading her hand flat on the table as she took a breath. "You're... like him?"