"Any request? Anything?" Emma asked, shedding Oh So Polite for Teenage Desperation. Her family - her real family, Sebastian and Don and all the others - alive, safe, and her home with them.
She felt the invisible, metaphorical hand of her father raised against her. Always find out everything you can before anything else at the business table.
"Excuse me, sir," she said, forcing herself back into Frost ("Oh, the Boston Frosts, of course I know them.") mode. "What do you mean? What can you do? How long will it last?"