[Yep, she knows. Emily is more aware of her faults than she will ever let anyone see.
But she isn't in the mood to be angry at herself right now. Better to focus on the tear in her shirt. Six hundred fucking dollars and it rips like paper.
She lifts a hand to where Arya's sword sliced the fabric, checking for blood. There's isn't any, but Emily makes an angry sound, a frustrated groan.] Then get the fuck away from me.
[She's mad as hell, but not mad enough to get herself killed. So she shoots Arya one last glare before she walks away.]
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But she isn't in the mood to be angry at herself right now. Better to focus on the tear in her shirt. Six hundred fucking dollars and it rips like paper.
She lifts a hand to where Arya's sword sliced the fabric, checking for blood. There's isn't any, but Emily makes an angry sound, a frustrated groan.] Then get the fuck away from me.
[She's mad as hell, but not mad enough to get herself killed. So she shoots Arya one last glare before she walks away.]