Fanya grinned at the device in fascination, pleasantly pleased that Becca was just as interested, "<span style="color: purple">I was hoping you might.</span>" She grabbed the bottom of it and held it up to the waiting hands of Becca. When she passed it to her, it was necessary that her hands glided into Becca's. Fanya's hands were warm to the touch and soft. She hadn't done any hard labor in much of her life. Fanya beamed at Becca in excitement in the prospect of discovering something around it.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Thank you Becca for trying.</span>"<br/><br/>She then moved over to the couch with Emma on it. She sat down, sideways on the couch, with her legs twisted so that she could face Emma, while her expression contained a smile, she was a bit relieved that things hadn't escalated beyond what they already did with Emma. She actually appreciated her plight but right now time (or the lack of it) was of the essence as understanding between individuals.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I like to have good working relationships with the people that I rely on, and we seemed to have started off on the wrong foot. I want to fix that.</span>" She said all this just starting into the Emma's blue eyes, her own eyes sincere.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>