"<span style="color: purple">Hey Emma!</span>" a calm shout came in from behind Emma as she walked through Fanya's office door. In the moment between asking if 'Painty' was in, she noticed Doc snoozing on that comfy couch, no sign of anyone else (yet... at this point Sue and Becca are still conversing in Becca's room). That is when the voice of 'Painty' came in from behind her.<br/><br/>Fanya considered her options after speaking to Darion. She could certainly understand his motivations. His sense of justice. But she was hoping to, in some way, convince him otherwise of the mortal judgement of his gun for Thule. Fanya was also smart enough to not depend on only one source of information. Whether it came directly from Thule or something or someone else they found in the experimental facility that is what mattered. However, she knew in her heart that Darion would be more at 'peace' with himself if he didn't commit to pure revenge.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I'm in now... have a few moments. The others are probably a minute or two behind me. What's up?</span>"<br/><br/>She circled around Emma, pretty business-like and coming around to the other side of her desk, looking through her notes and papers, making sure she had everything she would need for the coming meeting. She also didn't seem the least bit 'unsettled' from the recent 'conversation' that Emma and her shared. It was as if, nothing happened. Or at the least, Fanya had already moved past it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>