log: scott & ema
Repose was not her kind of town. It felt too new, with none of the charm of cities who survived fallen empires and bomb raids. She wasn't an authority on American cities, but this place wasn't even a city, and that made her all the more distrusting of its quaint storefronts and lonely woodland paths that would take one, presumably, further into nowhere. Area-52 was acceptable, if only because it was exactly as she expected it to be. The walls were a cold gray, the doors were always locked, and technology was everywhere. It had a very corporate Dragon feel, and Ema didn't mind that, she'd at least dressed for it. Her heels were hypodermic morale boosters, so she'd skipped the ladies power suit with the shoulder pads. Besides, she wasn't sitting in on any meetings today.
He rounded the corner, and she knew that he must have sensed her before that moment because there was something decidedly careful in the way that he took those steps right before he spoke her name.
"What gave me away?" Her voice wore a smile, but her lips didn't bother. Not when it was just the two of them.