[ there is a long, long pause from zarina as she looks towards jed — pictures that he's taken despite her assuming it will never be any of his secrets. they would still be pictures he takes from certain angles that she hopes are new to her, that she hopes to find and figure out his angles and steps... figuring out how and why the ghost face works the way he does has always been a wandering thought to zarina.

what other secrets will she allow herself to speak to him? with certain secrets shelved and away from his sight and the others not hers to give, what else can she offer him? zarina isn't in desperate need of his skills for now.

there isn't a reason to tell jed how her father dies and what she did about it or the other. ]

I don't have anymore secrets to give, or at least the kind of secrets you're into. [ clarification, of course. ] The others I have are from those I interviewed that I haven't slipped into any of my films. Not sure you're into that.

[ zarina kassir is a woman who's met many, many people in her line of work. surely as a journalist, jed understands that — not everyone they interview is a good person with reliable information every time.

the hand with the knife settles down against the hood of the car she sits on, but zarina doesn't let go just yet. ]