Contemptuous
The woman looked scandalized. Her face turned down into an unfriendly frown and she said something loudly to her friends… deliberately loud enough for Emmit to hear. “He must be military or something,” she moaned, passive-aggressively. “But we paid for our seats so he still should have to wait.”
Emmit couldn’t believe his ears. Not wanting to cause a scene in the airport, he mentally tried to think of excuses for her behavior. She obviously had assumed that he couldn’t afford a first-class ticket. Was she really implying what he thought she was?