A slow process, but gradually her facial play would derail, and in the end, not being able to control herself, stared at her counterpart in bewilderment. She would now feel this faint heartbeat herself the first time for a long while again, creating a seemingly random rhythm together with her own. Her heart began beating faster again, and with every single heartbeat his last words repeatedly pounded against her inner self. '...Your child?' Elena was still staring at him, but it wasn't Hussaini who she saw. It were words. And a person. For a few seconds, his words would carry her away from the current place and time.
She found herself at another place, yet was it a biodome as well, Freeport 2. She, being pushed at the handrail of a bridge, him, another man, long hair, standing in front of her, having her arms grabbed. 'If your enemies find out about that, you're fuc.ked. You're a nice person, but your enemies aren't. They will use anything they get to hurt you.'
Abruptly being pulled out of this daydream by a hand suddenly grabbing her arm, she came back to the here and now. It was still mindbaffling to her. How the hell would he know about this? Hadn't she been careful enough with spreading this piece of information, so that the Commune would never get wind of it? Unsure about how to react on it, she weirdly began laughing in an attempt to shade it, however she instinctively moved one hand down from the table at her hips, resting near her belly. "I don't know what the hell you are talking about, Bassam, but it's amusing me." She raised an eyebrow. "Where have you got these information? I mean, look. Assumed I had a child, okay? Do you truly think that I would be here right now, with you?", asked she.
It reminded her how awfully careless she actually had been, deciding to meet him. Her counterpart seemed off, and her intuition which she had been suppressing so far to a modest degree told her one thing clearly, unambiguously: 'Now get the hell away from this man.' However in the end, she didn't move at all. Not yet.
Gathering her balls to face him again, she glanced into his eyes. "And if I, hypothetically, had a lover, I would most certainly not bring him with me. Anyways, none of your business where I found him", she said in a rather calmed demeanor, mostly because she kept tipping silently on the ground with her feet. "But I'm sure he will understand that from now on, he will stay just as calm as the both of us are, right?" She tilted her head to look into the Operative's visor, nodding slightly to him. By no means did she like to do this, but for the meeting to be not absolutely pointless, he would have to stay quiet for now. However, her eyes widened as she gazed at him, trying to indicate him to stay on guard.
She turned back to him, having difficulties to not make a face in disgust again. His behavior - it was the one of a false snake, she thought, an utterly ugly snake. "To answer your question. The point is not to talk about me, Bassam. I'd like to hear why you think you could enrich my life as much as you boast you can."
