"Hey Colline, I'm Claire as you already know. Nice to meet you! You're very pretty. Sorry, I just had to tell you." Colline looked up, face turning pink as Claire complimented her. 

"U-um thank you. You a-also look very pretty." It was the truth in her opinion, Claire was a very nice looking woman. She was also the first person Colline could remember that had complimented her. 

"That's fine, it's still hard to spot a lie. So, here goes. I'll start." Colline nodded at her, ready. She wasn't a very good liar, but she could usually tell a truth from a lie. She hoped that would come in handy.

"I'm a potential alcoholic. I live in a foster home. And, I hate my parents." Colline studied the woman in front of her carefully as she said her statements. Colline twitched slightly at the first. Alcohol... She quietly regained her composure, making sure Claire wasn't looking. The first seemed probable, but you could never tell. People hid many things behind smiles. She knew this first hand.

"I-I think the first one is t-true." Colline spluttered out nervously. She hoped that Claire wouldn't be offended. "The second is true, and the third is ,um, false..." Colline diverted her gaze. That was a lot to assume about one person.

She smiled, hoping that Claire wouldn't see her hesitation about the statements. "My parents are divorced, I like squash, and I can play the violin well."