Reading an email

Her phone buzzed. It was an email. One glance at the screen told her what it was. She switched tabs, refreshed her screen and scrolled down to the last message. 

She read through the message, her expression not altering much through it. Then she stopped, blinked, smiled thinly, just a hint of gleam in her eyes and Typed in her message. Her fingers flew over the keyboard yet they moved steadily and carefully in a sort of measured calm and her eyes looked steadily at the screen through the spectacles not blinking much.