[A bargaining chip against anyone who asked anything of her? It wasn't necessarily a bad idea, as far as she was aware, no one had really done anything of this magnitude in her family other than... her father. And she was fairly sure he continued working on this kind of mess because he wanted to.

However, the last parts have her letting out a bark of a laugh and leaning back in her chair a bit.]

If only it was that simple! Even if I pretended to die, to get a new identity, this fucking birthmark is enough to give me away. And, evidently, trouble finds us whether we want it to or not, so I'm kinda stuck.