The sudden closeness between Hussaini and her definitely felt unpleasant, and together with this mocking tone of his, it costed her some self-control to now start making a face of digust. The way he spoke sent awful shivers down her spine. She felt the sudden, yet natural urge to step back a little to gain more distance again, but knew that it was probably exactly what he expected. It would show some self-confidence just staying where she was, she thought, and so she did, not moving an inch. Chest out, straightening herself again. "Oh, I wasn't worried at any point that something would have happened to you", said she, being able to keep a more or less neutral tone. "You seem like a person who knows how to rely on oneself, if I might say so."

Slowly regaining control over her mind again, not being as surprised by the situation anymore as she had been before, she automatically switched on the girly behavior. Stroking through her blue-dyed hair, putting a grin on her lips, she would say: "Thanks, I must admit I've put some effort into it. Good to see somebody is appreciating it." The grin kept being there, and as she saw he had extended his hand, she would go for it - and instantly regret it. His hand felt cold, extremely cold to be exact. It sent another shudder through her, but this time she could conserve the demeanor she had accumulated, except that her grin disappeared all of a sudden.

For a brief moment, she looked quite surprised into his visor, eyeing his hand grabbing her arm cautiously. An eyebrow of hers raised while he spoke, but in the end, she silently nodded, showing him she had understood.

It was a relief to finally got Hussaini off from her again, she thought. Some sort of anger even emerged in her mind, he probably thought like he could do everything just as he wish. With a simple look, at least from the surface, she told the Operative to come and sit down as well. But in fact, this look could tell a lot more. Intimidation, fear, concern, anger, even annoyance, everything combined in two eyes glancing at her companion. But there was also a good amount of cheek visible in them.

"You are absolutely right, we should sit down for now", she said with a smile, nodding at Hussaini again as she sat down on the opposite side of the table, letting her eyes wander around the scenery once more. "But you know what I'm wondering? I still don't know why exactly you wanted to talk to me today. I can just remember you thought about telling me things, in a more private encounter. I take it that does still apply, no?"

It wasn't exactly easy to find a comfortable position under these circumstances, she shifted around on her seat until she found something she could live with, having her legs crossed in the end. Her folded hands rested on the table, in fact not far away from Hussaini's. Putting on a smile, she forced herself to look into his cold eyes and keep it that way until he would break off the stare himself. Sort of imitating his behavior, Elena as well began tapping with her hands, silently, a very weird, hobbling rhythm it was, to let out some of the nervousness.

Another quick glance at her company that sat beside her, then she would start speaking. "Oh, I tend to judge what is in my best interest after I heard people out. 'Eternal mediocrity and eventual damnation' sounds quite bad though", said she with a toothy smile. "And ... uhm, what was it? ... Ah, right, 'Greatness and salvation' sounds interesting to say the very least. Though these words are quite meaningless, don't you think? I'm going to make a choice, but not with only so few details at hand. Divulge what you mean with that to me. However..." A small pause appeared in which Elena leaned a little closer over the table, not too much, making a worried expression, rasing her eyebrows. "... I would be scared if I had to face a neverending road of mediocrity. Maybe you can indeed show me the way out, Bassam." By now, it felt less hard to act out what she had been planning.