[ there's something comforting about the return of faraday's accent, dropping richard brennan now that he can (not that emma will ever admit that aloud).
she nods along in agreement, because she's sure faraday is right; these men are quite the chatterboxes, and expecting them to get straight to the point is a little unrealistic. ]
Got a point.
[ she's content to keep the talking to a minimum while they're in the elevator, mostly because she's far from eager to go through that "chat" faraday mentioned they'd be having. as long as she avoids it, she doesn't have to talk about it, and that is something she's going to cling to.
the elevator doors open onto their floor, and emma strides out without waiting for faraday, going straight to their room and opening the door. she's eager to get out of her dress, to change into something more practical, and to fix what's left of her makeup (mostly by removing it; she doesn't need more reminders of exactly what they'd been doing to ruin it).
checking the surveillance equipment briefly, emma takes off her heels, clicking through a few different screens to pull up the feedback from their bugs. as the software taps into their devices, she goes to find something comfortable from the small pack she'd brought along, something far from the slinky dress she'd had to wear for the evening.
she glances over at faraday, only for a second to take in his still-rumpled look. ]
You should change. You look like you just rolled right outta bed.
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she nods along in agreement, because she's sure faraday is right; these men are quite the chatterboxes, and expecting them to get straight to the point is a little unrealistic. ]
Got a point.
[ she's content to keep the talking to a minimum while they're in the elevator, mostly because she's far from eager to go through that "chat" faraday mentioned they'd be having. as long as she avoids it, she doesn't have to talk about it, and that is something she's going to cling to.
the elevator doors open onto their floor, and emma strides out without waiting for faraday, going straight to their room and opening the door. she's eager to get out of her dress, to change into something more practical, and to fix what's left of her makeup (mostly by removing it; she doesn't need more reminders of exactly what they'd been doing to ruin it).
checking the surveillance equipment briefly, emma takes off her heels, clicking through a few different screens to pull up the feedback from their bugs. as the software taps into their devices, she goes to find something comfortable from the small pack she'd brought along, something far from the slinky dress she'd had to wear for the evening.
she glances over at faraday, only for a second to take in his still-rumpled look. ]
You should change. You look like you just rolled right outta bed.