It took all of Artemisia's composure not to shrink under D'arcy's gaze. In her line of work, she'd crossed paths with a number of other investigators, some more willing to work with her than others. More often than not, she found herself stepping on their toes, and she'd gotten used to their resentment and their withering stares, to the point that most of the time she wasn't even able to register it.
But D'arcy's stare? Oh, she was definitely able to perceive that, and it made her quite aware that she hadn't built up enough rapport with this individual to start throwing her weight around.
She was quiet for a long moment, even after he left, at which point Margerie looked over at her over her glass. "Nice job there, boss," she said drily.
"I don't really have an excuse for how poorly handled that," Artemisia said, doing her best to avoid eye contact with everyone else at her table.
"You sure don't," Margerie responded. She smiled slightly before turning her gaze back towards her parents, watching them as they talked amongst themselves. "Hey, if you're planning getting involved, father, Artemisia could always come along. I promise she's better at spotting clues than making conversation."
Artemisia shot her assistant a look, but didn't say anything otherwise. Instead she simply began tucking into her breakfast, still a little shaken and more than a little gloomy.