America had been getting ready for a bit of a run herself. And Fareeha... Stands out, even in the Legion. Not many people who sport tattoos. Hell, not even that many people who weren't white or Asian, come to think of it. Given the minimal changes, it's easy for America's trained eye to pick out the similarities.

Well. Wasn't that interesting. She hadn't been recognized. Keeping a ghost of a smile off her face, she starts off after Fareeha, catching up with her after a short sprint, then matching her pace. Every so often she glances at the woman's face, frowning thoughtfully, then hums to herself. "Saaay," she drawls, slapping on an accent like a Sov trying to imitate a Texan, "Ain't you someone famous? I could swear I've seen you before. Y'ain't a movie star, are you?"