Julia saw the stare and how it changed, and even though it might not be what Mr. Henderson had wished for when he sent her to have this conversation, she felt like having done the right thing even though the Lane Hacker would unlikely feel happy about this outcome. 'Wounded pride?' she thought to herself when he felt the need to tell her not to tell him how to treat women, and even insult her indirectly.
She does not comment more than the words: "I think, we have both made our red lines clear." and she puts up a brave smiles, nods when he makes clear where his red lines are and then nods again when he starts the business side of the meeting. She leans back - feeling somewhat relieved now that this personal part of the meeting seems cleared and she tries to keep herself from thinking of the man across the table as the misogynistic chauvinist that he doubtlessly is.
She is having her burger, and - as it is really good - she is enjoying it. Her fingers are sticky from the sauce, as she eats it in a not-so-civilised style using her hands instead of fork and knife. "Mmm... really good." she comments and leans forward after putting the plate to the side, not having eaten all of it yet. But she wants to come back to conversation and to the mission.
"Alright. Mr. Weisen. There is no need to be all frosty now. I am Julia. Call me Julia. And... I would like to assume that we came here with different assumptions and expectations. And as you will have noticed, I am not a trained diplomat either, so... yes." and there is some part missing here, and she does not know how to diplomatically re-approach him, so she simply adds the word: "Ehm - peace?" she asks him, offering him to cling glasses. Her drink is half-full, and she shrugs with a little smile that looks genuine enough.
Talking about the business part would be a lot easier when there is no ice-age. She realizes that. And her experience with slimy smugglers and shady traffickers in the Borderworld tells her to not burn a bridge if not totally necessary. Sh would hand him the data stick that contains the data for the secret transactions, so that money could be wired towards the Zoner Omicrons to assist them with the regional conflict against the Core, while keeping the IMG's involvement hidden.
