Given that I was using my “real” identity for this cover story, I’d reverted to my “real” accent over the general American one I often used while state-side. Of course, nothing about me was truly real, it was just the name and accent that I found most comfortable, so I’d adopted them for my day-to-day life. I sure as shit couldn’t put Hermes—my underworld codename—on my passport, could I?
