"Fair enough. I hate to be rude." No point in keeping up the masquerade -- Moira certainly isn't stupid, and Gabriel would simply confirm her suspicions later. After a moment, she finally raises a hand and disengages the mask with a click.

"I'm afraid the rifle will have to stay," she says, stashing the mask in her coat with a mirthless smile. "Half-way to a 'casual picnicker,' at least."