QUOTE : And how did you know it was me? I was supposed to be Marie Antoinette.”<br /><br />I rolled my eyes behind the relative safety of my mask. It had been an elementary exercise to identify Evaline even among the throngs of masked individuals. All I needed was to watch the food table. I knew she’d eventually make her way there and stay for a time. “Her ears were all wrong,” I told her.<br /><br />“Her ears?”<br /><br />“Evaline, have you not listened to <i>anything</i> I’ve tried to teach you over the last year? There are three elements of an individual’s appearance that are virtually impossible to disguise. The eyes, the hands, and the ears. Not to mention a number of mannerisms of which most people are unaware—and thus rarely take the pains to change or hide—which can also be used to identify them. That is, in part, how I was so readily able to identify the Ankh even at the earliest stages of our acquaintance.<br /><br />“Thus, I knew immediately that the woman dressed as Marie Antoinette was not you because her ears were wrong. Aside from that, she’s been here more than an hour and she’s not had even a morsel of food.