[ she isn't even taking him seriously at this point, because how could she possibly? rather than be offended or defensive, emma simply rolls her eyes at the insinuation, holding up a hand with the intention of putting that dog down right now. hard-pressed for patience and no longer interested in whatever she's been getting out of putting up with him this long (why has she put up with him this long? sark's commentary nags at her, and she pushes the question out of her mind entirely), she drops the hand and gives him one final, exasperated look. ]
Try not to get yourself killed. [ she shakes her head as she turns away to excuse herself and head towards the elevator, with every intention of taking a jog around the halls before she actually loops back to her room to settle down. she's too keyed up - waking up while coming off the panic of the bridge, then encountering this ... unanticipated wrench that hook's made himself. yeah. she won't be cooling her heels any time soon. ]
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Try not to get yourself killed. [ she shakes her head as she turns away to excuse herself and head towards the elevator, with every intention of taking a jog around the halls before she actually loops back to her room to settle down. she's too keyed up - waking up while coming off the panic of the bridge, then encountering this ... unanticipated wrench that hook's made himself. yeah. she won't be cooling her heels any time soon. ]