[ she catches the glance he throws her, but just meets it with the same unimpressed look as always; she had slept (sort of), but considering how bothered she is by these recent events, it's no wonder her rest has been fairly uneasy.

emma might have opened faraday's door for him, if she hadn't expected it to be met with protests, and instead, waits on the driver's side to watch him (make sure he doesn't drop his crutches or something else inconvenient). ]

It ought to be tomorrow, if we're lucky. Maybe we'll catch a flight tonight.

[ the agency had been waiting to book travel arrangements for them, at least until they knew when faraday would be on his feet again. ]

I'm waitin' to hear back on the situation.

[ she hopes it'll be sooner rather than later, because, admittedly, more days in the small space with faraday isn't too appealing as a concept. there's only so long she can spend concentrated time with the man before his constant talking starts to wear on her nerves.

maybe he'll spend most of that time asleep. that would be nice.

however, she remembers the conversation he expects them to have, and the dread of it just sits in the pit of her stomach. ]