[ those words are enough to get emma to pause, something catching her attention to have her fully focused on him, despite the drowsiness still trying to cling to her. ]
Yes, of course.
[ she gets to her feet, pushing away a few wild curls, smoothing down her skirt, and then turning that intent gaze of hers to vasquez's face. ]
What's this about?
[ in the back of her mind, there's a quiet suspicion: the night before, the run-in with those bounty hunters. it's something they should talk about, by her reckoning, but she also isn't entirely certain how that conversation might play out. ]
no subject
Yes, of course.
[ she gets to her feet, pushing away a few wild curls, smoothing down her skirt, and then turning that intent gaze of hers to vasquez's face. ]
What's this about?
[ in the back of her mind, there's a quiet suspicion: the night before, the run-in with those bounty hunters. it's something they should talk about, by her reckoning, but she also isn't entirely certain how that conversation might play out. ]