she canβt truly be serious; but it is emma, and henceforth, she very much is not joking about it β nor offering room for negotiation.
βdβaccord, quarter past five then,β she replies, preparing to finally leave. βthat is fine by me.β
it is very much not fine, but sheβll work with the very little that the white queen is somehow giving her, and β aurora has survived worse rooms before; bright, sterile, deprived of life and colour...
emmaβs space at least comes with a functioning thermostat.
βalright,β jeanne-marie begins after sheβs sat down opposite to the blonde, settling down with her file, a few sheets of paper, and a couple of pens. not really a session, but it doesnβt hurt to come prepared anyway.
sheβs visibly much more relaxed, and she feels just as composed on the inside; choosing to step back was a good call, itβs helped tremendously to gather her nerves and her thoughts, and aurora is unlikely to be put on the spot anymore.
wearing a thin coat, she has her hair tied up, allowing the pointed ends of her ears to be visible in their entire by doing so β and not quite being concerned with those, at this moment particularly.
emma has yet to say anything about the time β a speedster may be accused of many things but tardiness, usually β but aurora knows sheβs working against the clock regardless.
βweβre here to discuss how you can better express your concern for others,β she says, glancing at emma. βsuch that itβs less likely to be misinterpreted asββ hovering. ββsomething you know itβs not. is that correct?β
canβt expedite progress, that said. not even speedsters can manage that.
βjust so weβre on the same page,β the brunette adds, somewhat anticipating sheβll be repeating that footnote a lot this evening.