[ emma's eyebrows rise just a touch, and she looks near offended — but it's hard to look offended when she's doing her damndest not to smile again. ]
I do not know what you're talkin' about, Mister Faraday.
[ she sniffs dismissively, but she still curls the rag tighter around her finger to look less conscpicuous. ]
And to think you'd call me a liar? Shame on you.
[ but it's just a little white lie. her finger isn't gushing blood, by any means, it's just not letting up entirely, and that's not the worst it could be, she decides. not worth making a fuss when there are far worse things that could've happened to her.
she could be a ghost, after all.
(but then she probably wouldn't even need to consider medical attention.) ]
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I do not know what you're talkin' about, Mister Faraday.
[ she sniffs dismissively, but she still curls the rag tighter around her finger to look less conscpicuous. ]
And to think you'd call me a liar? Shame on you.
[ but it's just a little white lie. her finger isn't gushing blood, by any means, it's just not letting up entirely, and that's not the worst it could be, she decides. not worth making a fuss when there are far worse things that could've happened to her.
she could be a ghost, after all.
(but then she probably wouldn't even need to consider medical attention.) ]