[ The jab is met with a flat, unimpressed look, though it's mostly directed at the back of her head as she turns back to the screen. He nearly asks what the hell she's looking at, since it's captured her attention so thoroughly, but Faraday sees their official email letterhead, spots the small, tasteful logo of some airline. He perks up a little, in fact, even before he hears the printer whirring to life. ]
Tonight? That soon?
[ He sounds surprised, but not displeased, and he scoots forward in his seat, tracking her movement around the room. When she starts gathering up his things as well as her own, he frowns, getting to his feet. ]
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Tonight? That soon?
[ He sounds surprised, but not displeased, and he scoots forward in his seat, tracking her movement around the room. When she starts gathering up his things as well as her own, he frowns, getting to his feet. ]
I can do all that myself, you know.