<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, living room<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John, Kumari, Tallis<br/><hr/><br/>Emily nods to John as he takes Kumari aside, keeping an eye on Tallis for the moment.  She doesn't quite blush, but there's a definite glitter in her eyes at the compliment-- something between happiness and embarrassment.<br/><br/>Deciding it best, for the moment, not to leave the girl out in their living room, she converses politely... "Roommate stuff... you know."  Shrugging diffidently, she gives a courteous smile, not seeming to notice the shine that Tallis has taken at first impression-- that is, she tries not to show that she notices.<br/><br/>"You seem quite creative... you must have an eye for fashion.  Never had that knack... I appreciate your offer for a lift, but I'm sure you probably have lots more to do than drive us around."  If she senses anything 'odd' about Tallis-- in the way described before-- she will reach out for it, try to perceive it the same way she 'feels' the fae language, the connection with the faeries.  She has no idea if she can trust this woman, assuming-- as with everyone, of late-- that there might be danger in any moment's vulnerability.  "Would you like something to drink?  There's water, I think maybe some juice...?"  She stops herself short of saying<i>bottle of wine</i>... they have work to do.  She had been saving that bottle anyway... well, for something that recently happened without it.