[ maybe it's the mention of bogue, or maybe it's just emma's usual ability to shut everything else off and focus on the job. either way, she's refusing to let herself be distracted by the contact with faraday, not thinking about how close their faces are again for a moment, and she leans back a touch to meet his grin with her own smile (but it's too showy, too much for the sake of their cover than a genuine sort of smile). ]
I think I like the sound of that.
[ Mrs. Brennan, ever the eager wife.
for the sake of appearances, she keeps her arm linked with faraday's on the way out of the ballroom, and admittedly, no one seems surprised to see them sneaking off (given the still slightly-rumpled look they have about them, she's sure they're making all kinds of lewd assumptions as she and faraday slip outside). she manages to keep holding his arm until they're in the elevator, and then she purposefully steps away, putting some distance between the two of them. ]
How long do you think we have?
[ until the deal goes down; how long to sit and listen and watch before they get something concrete?
(how long is she going to have to hear bogue's disgustingly smarmy voice through the speakers?)
her attitude is all-business, because it has to be now. gone is the mask of the adoring wife, and emma is back to her usual professionalism — even if there's a tightness in her jaw so less often seen; it betrays a more deeply buried emotion, but, well, that's what she's been trying to keep in check since laying eyes on bogue earlier in the evening. ]
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I think I like the sound of that.
[ Mrs. Brennan, ever the eager wife.
for the sake of appearances, she keeps her arm linked with faraday's on the way out of the ballroom, and admittedly, no one seems surprised to see them sneaking off (given the still slightly-rumpled look they have about them, she's sure they're making all kinds of lewd assumptions as she and faraday slip outside). she manages to keep holding his arm until they're in the elevator, and then she purposefully steps away, putting some distance between the two of them. ]
How long do you think we have?
[ until the deal goes down; how long to sit and listen and watch before they get something concrete?
(how long is she going to have to hear bogue's disgustingly smarmy voice through the speakers?)
her attitude is all-business, because it has to be now. gone is the mask of the adoring wife, and emma is back to her usual professionalism — even if there's a tightness in her jaw so less often seen; it betrays a more deeply buried emotion, but, well, that's what she's been trying to keep in check since laying eyes on bogue earlier in the evening. ]