H-511: Cap Isle, Victory Hotel, Private Room
Raina turns toward her, watches her for several seconds.
From behind Lia a flash of lightning illuminates the room, briefly throwing her shadow starkly across it. Though the windows block most of the sound, standing beside one, she can hear a crack and rumble of thunder.
Raina, softly, “If I’d asked you to meet me openly under these conditions, would you have come?”
“That’s generally how it’s done.”
Her tone is harsh and she is telegraphing far more information than Raina has witnessed from her so far. It is evident that this situation has broken through the usual barriers that she is so careful to maintain.
She turns and pierces Raina with that glare from across the room.
“And no. Obviously I wouldn’t have agreed to meet you. There are several reasons…”
She turns her body and throws her hands up in frustration.
“You’re my boss, for fuck’s sake! It’s would create all sorts of… this is not going to happen, Raina and you going about it this way, getting me here under false pretenses… using Cinna?”
She takes several steps towards Raina, her anger giving her momentum.
“That was low. You crossed a line. Why? Why did you have to bring her into this?”
Lia’s anger is clear and loud in the space but Raina can clearly see that there is shame mixed in with it and the anger is also self-directed as well as aimed at Raina herself. There is also a lingering note of fear that she is trying and failing to mask with her anger.