[ emma closes herself in the bathroom, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet. she checks the mirror, now that she has the chance, and starts cleaning off her face, the last of the lipstick, getting back to how she usually looks. it's a relief to step out of the persona of a doting wife (because she left that part of herself behind years ago now), and it's easier for her to find comfort in herself, in not being mrs. brennan.
she glances towards the door when she hears faraday, and just scoffs, rolling her eyes. ]
I assure you, I already got more than an earful about Mr. Rivera's yoga.
[ her tone is just as dry, but instead of thinking about the absurdly mundane things bogue and rivera must be discussing, she tugs on some dark pants, a comfortable long-sleeved shirt, and then proceeds to pull the bobbypins from her hair. there's far too many of them, but it's at least a relief to let down the pain in the ass updo, and when the soft red curls fall around her shoulders, she decides to leave them that way. she can put it up later when she has to.
turning from the mirror, she lets herself back out of the bathroom, going to take her seat beside faraday. ]
Charmin' men, aren't they?
[ she doesn't sound even remotely enthused about this part of the surveillance, but she pulls up her own headset, ready to listen with faraday.
bogue's voice instantly fills her ears, and she tenses all over, fingers clenched — until she remembers herself, remembers her focus, and then she just reaches for the mouse, clicking through a few screens as she listens to the useless babble. she can't let herself get swept away in her own emotions right now, because she has work to do here with faraday, and that's what matters. ]
no subject
she glances towards the door when she hears faraday, and just scoffs, rolling her eyes. ]
I assure you, I already got more than an earful about Mr. Rivera's yoga.
[ her tone is just as dry, but instead of thinking about the absurdly mundane things bogue and rivera must be discussing, she tugs on some dark pants, a comfortable long-sleeved shirt, and then proceeds to pull the bobbypins from her hair. there's far too many of them, but it's at least a relief to let down the pain in the ass updo, and when the soft red curls fall around her shoulders, she decides to leave them that way. she can put it up later when she has to.
turning from the mirror, she lets herself back out of the bathroom, going to take her seat beside faraday. ]
Charmin' men, aren't they?
[ she doesn't sound even remotely enthused about this part of the surveillance, but she pulls up her own headset, ready to listen with faraday.
bogue's voice instantly fills her ears, and she tenses all over, fingers clenched — until she remembers herself, remembers her focus, and then she just reaches for the mouse, clicking through a few screens as she listens to the useless babble. she can't let herself get swept away in her own emotions right now, because she has work to do here with faraday, and that's what matters. ]