Rylie raised an eyebrow at the demon, wondering why he'd felt the need to stop time outside the house, then snorted at Emily's new nickname.<br/>The conversation turned serious, however, when the U.E.M. was brought up. Her eyes widened, "How-... Emily told you, didn't she?" A sigh escaped her as anger flickered in her eyes, replaced by grief, then schooled back into the carefully blank expression Rylie had perfected over the course of her life. Her shoulders slumped forward tiredly, and she turned away from the demon to reset her clocks.<br/><br/>"It's not something I like to talk about," Rylie murmured at length, "So don't get mad if I don't get into details."<br/>She paused again, still refusing to look at Kratos, "The U.E.M... Basically, they're the reason I'm an orphan. Before you ask; no. They didn't kill my parents. They stole them away. When I was six, my parents dumped me at an orphanage to rejoin the United Earth Military. Whatever ambitions they had were more important than I could ever be."<br/>Rylie turned to face him again, a sad smile on her face, "The kids in the orphanage knew my story, and I ended up being fostered with a few of them... Then it was let out at school that I was abandoned for demon hunting, and... Well, you know how kids can be. I've been alone ever since."<br/><br/>Her amber eyes narrowed a bit, some of the sadness in her voice seeping through to her expression, but she shook her head against it and forced a smile, "And there you go. That's why I don't care much for the U.E.M."