She snaps her Pokegear closed with far more force than is necessary, a sharp pulse of anger crossing her face as her knuckles turn white against the metal of the device. But the rage is buried, sharply, as soon as it appears. She can't afford to lose her cool now. Not when they're actually managing to get somewhere.
Placating herself with the knowledge that she can have a hell of a sparring match with her Machamp once this is over, Emmy forces the smile back to her face, taking a sip of her tea.
"I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding, whatever it is!"
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She snaps her Pokegear closed with far more force than is necessary, a sharp pulse of anger crossing her face as her knuckles turn white against the metal of the device. But the rage is buried, sharply, as soon as it appears. She can't afford to lose her cool now. Not when they're actually managing to get somewhere.
Placating herself with the knowledge that she can have a hell of a sparring match with her Machamp once this is over, Emmy forces the smile back to her face, taking a sip of her tea.
"I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding, whatever it is!"