Marla couldn't help but feel protective of Emily, but she had to admit that she liked his answer. She'd have been pretty suspicious of him if he was already angling for something more with Em when he'd only just met her a few days before. "Well, Em's a great friend," was all she said more on the topic, content for the time being that Connor wasn't going to be an ass toward her best friend. "All right, I'll give ya a week or so." She would give him longer, really, not that she thought he'd need it; he didn't strike her as the type to go back on his word.
She twisted the cap off her bottle of water and took a drink, then leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxing now that she'd found out what she'd wanted to know. "So, you really think I'm not half bad? I've been tryin' to get in some studio time to make a demo, but it's not so simple," she admitted. God knew she didn't want to be a waitress forever, and if she could break into the music business, that would be pretty amazing.