Mrr! Suyeong scoots one hip onto the bed and stretches out to grab his hair and ruffle it... or maybe scrub it, considering the force she's putting into it.

"I wonder! Why would he think a secretive guy who knows a lot more than he lets on, has a weird and distinct investment in the story, and manipulates people without telling them everything is you? Wow! What a mystery! Who can fathom it?! It sure is a weird thing to think, isn't it, secretive guy who plots!"

Not hiding anything, not lying, not concealing, even not admitting honestly that she can't answer because her answers would explain nothing. She could almost cry from relief. She isn't, though, and that's not something she's just telling herself. Scrub, scrub!