[ the corner of emma's mouth twitches at the correction — not quite a smile, not quite her usual scowl. she doesn't think to say anything else about the name, instead focused on the way he works on sitting up, and she straightens in her chair, watchful in case he needs help, in case he's doing something to the newly-repaired wounds in his leg.
she breathes a soft sigh of relief when he doesn't seem to have shaken anything too important, doesn't seem to be hurting too terribly, and relaxes back slightly in her chair.
but with the mention of bogue, she's tense all over again, a brief flash of that rage from before flickering in her eyes. ]
No.
[ the word is quiet, but clipped. ]
We're still tryin' to track his location.
[ it's not the kind of news she wants to deliver, and the words feel like acid in her mouth. he got away, isn't something she wants to say aloud. ]
no subject
she breathes a soft sigh of relief when he doesn't seem to have shaken anything too important, doesn't seem to be hurting too terribly, and relaxes back slightly in her chair.
but with the mention of bogue, she's tense all over again, a brief flash of that rage from before flickering in her eyes. ]
No.
[ the word is quiet, but clipped. ]
We're still tryin' to track his location.
[ it's not the kind of news she wants to deliver, and the words feel like acid in her mouth. he got away, isn't something she wants to say aloud. ]