Emory tilted her head when he asked if she had a mother or father, or someone who would miss her, and if she had a way to contact them. She nodded, "<span style="font-style: italic">I have a mother and father. Normally, they probably wouldn't notice I was gone. If they did, they'd probably chalk it up to one of my  usual adventures. But considering my mother saw you this morning, I guess it'd be best to let her know, so she doesn't think you stole me away or something.</span>she shrugged, chuckling a little. She took her phone out and sent her mother a text, letting her know she was going to be gone for a while. She left the details mostly to a minimum, for various reasons, but she knew her mother wouldn't require details. After all, she rarely offered them. "<span style="font-style: italic">There. Done.</span>" She said, putting the phone away.<br/><br/>He shook his head when she told him to tell her what to be careful of. The same half-smile was on his face and she just stared at him, a small smile on her lips. She hadn't truly expected that he would be able to tell her everything she needed to be careful of. It seemed rather impractical. But she had asked, on the off chance that he had anything specific in mind that he wished her to know now.<br/><br/>She gave him a firm nod and then a grin, followed by a very enthusiastic thumbs up. "You've got it!" she replied happily, adding, "<span style="font-style: italic">Will do.</span>She wasn't about to risk having to go back to the city. Besides, she wasn't a fool. She knew that her wandering around alone was a bad idea. There were too many things she didn't know. Never mind the fact that she would likely see and learn so much more sticking with him than she would on her own, anyways. Besides, she had no intention of leaving his side until he opened up to her, trusted her. Until she learned more about him. But she couldn't very well say that, now could she?<br/><br/>She wondered what he was thinking about as he remained quiet for a short time before taking a deep breath and glancing around. She didn't ask, though. Instead, she watched as he stepped away from his friend, looking around and then shrugging. Why had he shrugged? She didn't have an answer, so shrugged herself and focused on his words as he looked her way and spoke again. He wanted to straighten up. Good. The mess was driving her crazy. "<span style="font-style: italic">Got it.</span>" She replied with a grin, looking around to decide where to clean.<br/>Would it be too obvious if she chose this room? She wanted to get a closer look at the bookcase. She doubted she'd be able to understand everything there--maybe not even half of it--but that wouldn't deter her. She would read what she could and try to figure out the rest. She was very quick to pick up languages, both spoken and written. If she could get a good idea of the context, she could figure out a great deal of it. For now, however, she would be content to clean the shelf of books, and around it.<br/><br/>She wondered if Prometheus had noticed all the times she'd sneaked a few glances at the shelf, but if he had, he hadn't said anything. It probably wasn't terribly surprising, considering that her earlier explanation about how she knew things about elves had likely made it obvious that she loved reading books, especially those related to elves. Regardless, though, she needed to get it together.<br/><br/>She pulled her hair back, tying it into a sort-of pony-tail and then glancing around, finding a broom and a cloth for dusting. She then began by sweeping, choosing her starting point so that she finished sweeping near the bookcase. From there she began to dust, starting with the bookcase. She took the opportunity to glance over the titles as she wiped everything down. There were many that piqued her interest. Not that the whole thing didn't. She hoped that someday Wednesday would allow her to read through some, if not all of them. For now, she decided it was best not to do so without his permission, disappointing though it may be.