"No," Emmeline replied, a sense of finality to the edge of her tone. She softened, then added, "I'll bring pizza." Which was usually a good enough compromise to distract people off her own house.<br/><br/>Emmeline had been unflinching under the strength of his gaze, but not much happened beyond that. She fancied herself a good judge of character, and it was true, her ability to read people was unsettling at times. Those that knew her best might even say she was a better reader than she was an actor, though the two often went hand in hand into a game of manipulation she'd play in order to survive. But no one knew her well enough to say that. And she was unaware this class was possessed a player she should be careful of.<br/><br/><br/>"Now class," Professor Dorsey cut in, settling to stand in the edge of the crowd.  "The purpose of this exercise is to create believable emotions, and it all starts with looking into yourself to find a moment where you once felt..." Emmeline zoned out as the lecture began. Partner work with an amateur, god, that was so frustrating! The only saving grace was that he wasn't pock-marked. She remained hovering over Ian's side, just like many of their peers were doing with their own packets. She reached in, quickly flipping through the pages he held. She shook her head, frowning. "It's not even a full performance," she said under her breath. The fact might be a relief to him, but it was frustrating to her.<br/><br/>How was she suppose to better herself and get anywhere in a beginner's course?<br/><br/>"-- And I expect to see what you come up with, next class." Dorsey glanced down at her watch, then rocked back on her heels. "And that'll be it today, but don't expect every class to end this early. We'll start wednesday with these scripts," she dismissed. Everyone sighed and stretched, suddenly buzzing with energy now that they were free.<br/><br/>Emmeline stepped back, giving them their personal bubbles again. A phone was pulled from the side of her bra, seemingly out of no where. "Number?"