dale leaned on the table , meeting my eyes , locking my gaze , not letting me look away . i do n't give a holy hell what they might have done . `` if you 're not too busy trying to find work ? '' `` well , we could approach them , '' she suggested . accordingly , he would now practice a little known aspect of war - the art of disguise . it does n't have to happen the way we were told it would . 