Emily was confused by Dasha's assertive manners. She had never seen another woman being so... straightforward.  Not in this way, at least, as it came to... well. She knew what the Russian woman wanted. What she didn't know was whether or not she could trust her. But then again... she didn't trust anyone much, now did she? No. She had always believed everyone had an ulterior motive for everything. And this belief had seen her through a lot.<br/><br/>When Dasha touched her wrist, Emily felt that soft shock-life sensation again. What the hell did that woman have? With a sigh, she decided she might as well go upstairs, drink a little, and leave if she felt uncomfortable. Deep down inside she knew it wouldn't be  that simple. And her suspicious side, as usual, kicked in.<br/><br/>"Very well. I'm coming, just need to see if my patient is asleep. Will you wait for me? Five minutes, tops."<br/><br/>Five minutes would give her enough time to "tuck her patient in", or alert her partner she wouldn't be in her room for a while. You just never knew. These were complicated times.