Evelyn's remark was the beginning of a familiar to and fro. They had had this same argument many times before. Practicality and fashion. Max would often return with an attack against Ev's style (or lack of), insinuate something about her sex life (or lack of) or insult the military's ability to think of clothing and war (or lack of). 

It seemed she delighted in seeing Ev's face with each new outfit just to spite her.

The argument had become so predictable in fact that Max's rebuttal was but a simple sly smile of those red lips as she bends a knee accentuating the curve of her lady like hips. In that everything was said, but mostly she was saying 'Fuck you!'

She pulls out a chair away from the table, falling into it she throws one leg over the other as she rubs the arm rests. With Anna's entrance, Max playfully mouths the word 'welcome' as she uses her foot to swivel a chair around as she gestures for Anna to take the seat near her. 

Muffy got an indifferent reaction, a tolerable smile. A hidden sigh. A tiny predatory flinch. It wasn't that she disliked the enthusiastic girl, (well maybe she did) but simply that she reserved the gratitude of her acknowledgment and attention for times more worthy or deserving of them. Basically when Muffy had pleased her or done something 'right'.

Meanwhile Max's attention bounced between the two girls, other things in the room, the squeak of her chair. Basically anything or everything that was not Evelyn. This meeting, called by Evelyn, would not start until Max decided it was time.