[Angel's skin flushes in the slightest. She hopes it doesn't pick on on the video feed — the last thing she wants to do is embarrass herself with a potential new contact.]

I- er... It's not really anything special. I was just... raised around it.

[Her lie is small enough, though it certain leaves a bad taste in her mouth. It seemed that the more she opened her mouth, the bigger fool she made of herself. Even if Janey didn't pick up on the lie — and she certainly had no reason to — Angel wasn't eager to start what might have been a budding friendship off on such a negative foot]

[Especially when it came to the memories that accompanied the lies.]

You make cars? I had a friend back home who did that!

[Good, shift the subject to something more pleasant.