Getting confused?

Getting [i]confused??[/i]

Isabelle's walk had stuttered to a halt after only a few dozen corridors. The nerve! After what she'd ... they'd shared. To go ahead and make 
assumptions like that? That Isabelle was somehow completely useless in a relationship and would have had no idea what to do next? Absurd!

She takes a slow sip of the coffee.

[i]Completely[/i] absurd. 

And the audacity! The sheer, ten-foot-tall-and-throwing-thuderbolts [i]audacity![/i] To demand entrance whenever she simply turned up and asked? No matter what Isabelle was doing or who she was speaking to?? She'd [i]never[/i] .... well, okay, she [i]would [/i]have let Asil in simply because she couldn't say no to the woman right now ... but that's besides the point! She didn't need to rub it in! After all, Isabelle knew that management playbook already, her mother practically wrote it! The really annoying one where you give orders that you knew that the employee was going to do anyway - simply so they get accustomed to doing what you tell them.

She paused, took a sip, and shuddered. Mentally fencing off any thoughts of her mother from what had just happened.

She'd have to have a proper talk with the engineer when they next met, assuming the other woman let her speak and didn't just pin her to a wall again, silencing her mouth with that tongue and [i]let'snotgetintothinkingaboutthatrightnow [/i].

She chugs the rest of the cup and then looks for a rubbish bin.

Anyway! It was time to get back to work. Training was due to restart soon, but the path to her next exercises took her past the repair bays. It was time to check in with Chief Tomas about what was keeping Emberlight out of action.