[it's hard to not look so desperately relieved as Zelgadis feels in seeing Emery again, but it's accompanied by abject mortification. this is heinously embarrassing: all five senses are being assaulted all at once and escape has an extremely slim chance of a dignified escape.
but it begs the question as to whether or not he should be confirming he even knows Emery or not: will that help or hinder him?]
It...it's fine. [he lifts his hands, one of them reflexively moving to pull up his mask.] Sorry, I--
[okay, now the chef wants to know if his food was so bad he's got to mask up.]
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but it begs the question as to whether or not he should be confirming he even knows Emery or not: will that help or hinder him?]
It...it's fine. [he lifts his hands, one of them reflexively moving to pull up his mask.] Sorry, I--
[okay, now the chef wants to know if his food was so bad he's got to mask up.]
Er, no, that's not...