[ It probably says something about her, how she's a little mean — the fact that seeing Emily flustered is both endearing and amusing to her at once. She could be helpful. She could pull away, maybe help put the good doctor back into presentable order. But instead, this bastard of a woman only gives the closed door a sidelong look, the corner of her mouth quirked upward wryly as she slides her hands up ever so slightly from Emily's knees, giving her thighs a slight squeeze. ]
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