'Go to hell, Emma' Scott wanted to say. He didn't, of course. But perhaps she could tell what was on his mind. And it didn't seem she cared. She and Jean were locking glares and Cyke could only assume a mental battle had begun. He hated being a part of it.
"Emma, I really don't-" Oh. Logan was here. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Jean?" his eyes met his wife's and he pleaded with her to not let Emma get a rise out of her. It wasn't worth it. For some reason, Logan's presence made him extremely uncomfortable. Scott felt way too vulnerable for his liking, and it was hard to mask.