Once she rose from her kneeling position, a sudden and strong force struck Emery's torso, hurling the air out of her lungs. Balls of light flashed in her eyes when the back of her head was bashed against the jagged cave wall. She would have slumped over if the force wasn't holding her up. She gasped and blinked repeatedly, trying to will away her ethereal consciousness. Once her vision stopped swimming, she found herself gazing into two black holes that flickered when lightning flashed. The rest of the young man's dark face came into sight and she tensed her body into a frozen position, realizing that it was the person whom she was stealing from.<br/><br/>Emery inhaled a quiet gasp when she felt the cold point of his blade break her skin, freeing a trickle of warm blood to escape through the valley between her breasts. Her teeth clenched when his burning coals travelled over her body, hungry for more of her blood, she assumed. She made a fist with the hand that was holding her crowbar, but found no weapon between her fingers. Her eyes widened.<span style="font-style: italic">This is how I die.</span>She glared daggers at her attacker, hoping that they might pierce the gaping holes in his eyeballs.<br/><br/>When he asked her his question, Emery opened her mouth but no words came out immediately. She grunted with a flinch when the young man pressed his blade further into her neck. He certainly did intimidate her, but she clutched to her composure. Closing her eyes, she sighed and cleared her throat, then murmured, "I don't know what you're talking about. There are no others. It's only me." She opened her eyes and said, "I was running low on rations so I had to obtain them somehow. I'm sorry I tried to take from you, but as you can see I've failed at that. You still have all your things." She sighed again again and scrutinized the face of the young man. By the way he shouted, "You!" he must know her, but she didn't remember their encounter. However, she did recognize him from the footage the Gamemaster displayed.<br/><br/>"Wait," she said once she recalled this, "you're from the video earlier this morning. You were with Eden and that one woman they were trying to kill. Where are<span style="font-style: italic">your</span>others?" Assuming he was friends with Eden, Emery made a concerned face and asked, "How is Eden?" She was more curious about his condition rather than worried.