Jules listens as she takes Em's glass and carefully pours her another glass, checking the sides for any drips before resting it back on the table, and reaching for her own glass. Her own silliness aside, Em did have a point. The kind of point that really, in the end, couldn't just be ignored with the hope it would go away. They were all stuck here, that thought making Jules chew a little on the inside of her cheek.
She takes her time refilling her own glass, swirls it and takes a sip before putting together a reply. Despite appearances, she wasn't deaf to the sound and feel of unpleasant emotions. "Not any that would be considered good, to say the very, very least." A little laugh, but it's short and half-hearted. In fact, she's looking down, seriousness filtering into her expression a little.
"I certainly know how to talk, you're right there." Since she's looking down, she doesn't try to guard her expression quite so carefully for a moment, though her voice sounds as Jules as ever. "Someone a little more grounded might be better for the job, wouldn't you say? I might start recommending better colours for her complexion."
She glances back to Em, the movement of her fingers catching her attention and drawing it to the scar. A little frown; without thinking, she leans a little closer to look at it. "What's that from?" Probably none of her business, she realises, possibly something not to be spoken about, but once again she's spoken without necessarily thinking about it properly, about personal boundaries.
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She takes her time refilling her own glass, swirls it and takes a sip before putting together a reply. Despite appearances, she wasn't deaf to the sound and feel of unpleasant emotions. "Not any that would be considered good, to say the very, very least." A little laugh, but it's short and half-hearted. In fact, she's looking down, seriousness filtering into her expression a little.
"I certainly know how to talk, you're right there." Since she's looking down, she doesn't try to guard her expression quite so carefully for a moment, though her voice sounds as Jules as ever. "Someone a little more grounded might be better for the job, wouldn't you say? I might start recommending better colours for her complexion."
She glances back to Em, the movement of her fingers catching her attention and drawing it to the scar. A little frown; without thinking, she leans a little closer to look at it. "What's that from?" Probably none of her business, she realises, possibly something not to be spoken about, but once again she's spoken without necessarily thinking about it properly, about personal boundaries.