[ Looking up from her snakes, Ram hangs a mouse in one hand by the tail just over the heads of the swaying group. She doesn't recognize him, which only makes her suspicious, and she makes no attempt to hide that in her face. ]

No, I am controlling these life-like puppets through the use of a special skill that has been passed down through my bloodline that activated when I was twelve years old.

[ The deadpan delivery of that line should be more than enough to tell that she is lying. ]