Emmeline turned back to him, taking his question and insinuation in stride. She was, after all, just playing what she thought to be a game. He couldn't think she was serious anymore than she actually thought he was, and she too had dished out a similar burn moment before. "It's all in the eyes," she told him, letting her accent thickly coat her words. "You gotta widen them, like this." She demonstrated, opening her eyes just a tad past the normal amount, so it looked unsettling, but not entirely out of place. She pulled out of her accent, god, she hated it so much. Her a's softened. Her tone became crisper. Her voice, less throaty and all around more appealing.<br/><br/>"And you have to look hard at me, don't blink; as if you're seeing into my soul." Her gaze bore into him, and she held it for a moment before laughing it letting it all crumble into a smile. "Is this dress really too much? I thought it was... relatable." Whatever that meant. She frowned down at herself, her fingers tugging at the gray summer dress that swished and flowed simply around her curves. Was it really too much? Now she was self-conscious. She fussed with the velvet belt, getting ready to take it off and toss it to the side.<br/><br/><br/>As the groups mingled, Dorsey went to her desk tucked to the side, in between the many curtains that flanked the back of the stage. She fussed with the papers there, until she had a stack she was satisfied with. She began to go group by group, licking her fingers and handing out packets of papers to one of the two partners. Neither Ian nor Emmeline were going out of their way to be one of the social butterflies developing around them. In her opinion it was a mutual decision, so she didn’t flail to fill any silence that might develop.  When she reached Ian she simply looked between the two, handed him a packet, and said, “Pick one.” And then she moved on.<br/><br/>Inside the packet was a short scene from a larger play. Two people spoke back and forth, and no, it was not Romeo and Juliet.<br/><br/>Unlike the rest of the class, the two were not necessarily chit-chatting. Emmeline frowned, stepping closer to peer at what he was just handed. She squinted for a moment, and then her heavy sigh washed over his arm. "Guess I'm meeting your sister."