[how does he know that, she wonders, and then mentally shakes her head. Majima must have mentioned something, but the nickname from the mouth of someone she doesn't even know drags on her nerves like sandpaper. the only retaliation she can concoct is to lower her eyes and bow her head, just enough to make it clear that this is an introduction.
he doesn't know her, though he knows that nickname. nor does he know the intricacies of her relationships, and right now he's not endearing her to enlighten him.]
A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nishitani. My name is Emily Dyer.
[only then does she straighten up and meet his eyes before she walks in, familiar enough with the layout that she can go to the sliver of space that they might sit in and put the package somewhere they'll see it, that's clear enough. there's a note with the small bottles inside, after all.
she can't show nerves. if she does, she's lost whatever bizarre struggle this has turned out to be.]
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he doesn't know her, though he knows that nickname. nor does he know the intricacies of her relationships, and right now he's not endearing her to enlighten him.]
A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nishitani. My name is Emily Dyer.
[only then does she straighten up and meet his eyes before she walks in, familiar enough with the layout that she can go to the sliver of space that they might sit in and put the package somewhere they'll see it, that's clear enough. there's a note with the small bottles inside, after all.
she can't show nerves. if she does, she's lost whatever bizarre struggle this has turned out to be.]