[ Emma stops as she exits the stall, awkwardly at an impasse with the older lady. Arching her eyebrows, Emma tilts her head at the judgmental look and averts her gaze, eyelashes fluttering as she works very hard not to be peeved at the insinuation. Letting the woman move around her, Emma slips out of the bathroom and leads the way back to their table. Leaving, if she can manage it, the conversation about Henry behind in the bathroom. ]
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