[ Somehow, Emily bites back a comment on how she typically expects her company's tongues to behave. (Wyman would appreciate it, but that's where that particular population would begin and end.) She knows that what he means and what the situation actually is are two very different things, after all, and the casual intent of his statement - the implication that she's awaiting a friendly guest - is quite inaccurate. ]

They'll be fine.

[ Or something.

Emily longs to put her feet up, missing the days when she could act like every room she entered belongs to her. ]

I don't think you will want to linger here much longer. My company isn't very forgiving to strangers.