"I'll definitely think about more tactics to get closer to her heart, then." Reacting or acting depended on the situation, what Jules could bring herself to be comfortable with, or what was as stake. There was adventurous, and then were was scary. Considering what she was about to hear, working out how she'd deal with the Queen was about to get rather interesting.
Realising Em has leaned back, Jules pulls herself back, in turn. She a slightly nervous kind of smile, that default expression of hers tensing a bit as Em goes into her explanation. Part of her just wants to grab onto a random topic of conversation, anything - Tifa, that's rather unusual; short for Tiffany? - and run with it, try to pull the line away from this increasingly alarming revelation being laid out for her.
She doesn't, though. Some things do sink past absurdity, and when it's not a rhetorical and rather a specific person, someone she knows, outlining something awful, then pushing it away is too horrendous. Tempting, because dealing with horrible things that close to you is awful, past anything she ever wants to do, but Jules has had the privilege of her life being easy and nothing terrible happening to any of her friends. Sheltered, really.
Silence wraps around her throat for some collection of moments. She can't quite fathom how to respond, but finally looks at Em, shaking her head. The robots hadn't harmed anyone, but flesh-eating plants? "This place really is terrifying, isn't it?"
So much for the happy, glowy, idealistic bubble. "I'm very glad that you were all right," she adds, before a little more of her wine disappears. "We have landed in a bit of a mess, haven't we?" And that would be a worried smile. Like everything has to be fixed with a smile, somehow.
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Realising Em has leaned back, Jules pulls herself back, in turn. She a slightly nervous kind of smile, that default expression of hers tensing a bit as Em goes into her explanation. Part of her just wants to grab onto a random topic of conversation, anything - Tifa, that's rather unusual; short for Tiffany? - and run with it, try to pull the line away from this increasingly alarming revelation being laid out for her.
She doesn't, though. Some things do sink past absurdity, and when it's not a rhetorical and rather a specific person, someone she knows, outlining something awful, then pushing it away is too horrendous. Tempting, because dealing with horrible things that close to you is awful, past anything she ever wants to do, but Jules has had the privilege of her life being easy and nothing terrible happening to any of her friends. Sheltered, really.
Silence wraps around her throat for some collection of moments. She can't quite fathom how to respond, but finally looks at Em, shaking her head. The robots hadn't harmed anyone, but flesh-eating plants? "This place really is terrifying, isn't it?"
So much for the happy, glowy, idealistic bubble. "I'm very glad that you were all right," she adds, before a little more of her wine disappears. "We have landed in a bit of a mess, haven't we?" And that would be a worried smile. Like everything has to be fixed with a smile, somehow.