I mean what I say.

[She wouldn't have ever lied to him anyway, regardless of the fact that she can't execute falsehoods convincing enough to save her own skin. If she did so it would be a red letter day.

Evelyn manages not to snort again at the suggestion.]

And I'm not a soufflé, I won't fall over with a light breeze. You forget how much time I've spent in the desert.

[Days that melt your very clothing to your skin, and nights that fall to nearly freezing.]