[ oh, but emma's too sharp to miss the way he doesn't look at her, that strain in his smile, and that makes this ache more than it already did. part of her just wants to try to tell him, at least find some way of explaining where exactly her mind has been this past week, why she's been so shaken, but that would involve showing far more of herself than she's sure would be...safe. she trusts faraday in so many ways, but the potential to share something she's not even sure of is frightening — like walking forward in pitch dark with no earthly idea if she's nearing a cliff.

she can't quite manage a proper smile, not with the tension still holding in her shoulders. ]

Considerin' there are few other habits I could be encouraging, these seemed like they might at least ingratiate me a touch.

[ she gives a small shrug. ]

Besides, with the cards, I reckon there may be little protesting I can do without riskin' something hypocritical.

[ she's obviously not using the tricks faraday's taught her to cheat anyone out of their money, but, well, given the man's state of existence now, neither is he.

she hesitates, her own eyes finally glancing away from faraday, like she can't quite continue to look at him while she speaks. ]

...I just want things the way they were again. I don't much care for this distance.