[ she doesn't even think about it as she shakes off faraday's hand — mostly, the physical contact has become expected these days. small gestures, certainly, but still contact of some kind.

she likes it, if she's honest. ]

You rattle any chains, and I'm hidin' the cards.

[ a completely fair exchange, in emma's mind.

she just tips up the brim of the hat, adjusting it properly on her head. ]

And besides that, I reckon whatever I manage is deserved, pain that you like to be.