[ emma's already set to seeing to their travel arrangements, checking in on safe houses close to the drop, preparing to report what they've uncovered, but she actually stops in her furious typing when faraday speaks. she turns, that fiery anger melting away just long enough for her to look skeptical instead. ]

Are you tellin' me you actually wanted a dance?

[ then her eyes narrow slightly. ]

Or were you just hopin' for an opportunity to rattle my chain a touch more?

[ because she hadn't missed how much faraday had been enjoying making her uncomfortable; their daily routine tended to involve all manner of his aggravating antics, and she hadn't been even remotely surprised that he'd been taking advantage of a perfect moment like this mission.

...except for the part where they'd been making out on the table. that...hadn't seemed to be all about flustering her. ]